Me, Hydra

Upon hearing this, Hephaestus shook his head wordlessly, then turned around and left.

Feeling Hephaestus's breath disappear into the Great Temple, Hydra's lips rose in a smile that was like mockery.

"Humans only have... unlimited potential in this aspect of destroying themselves~"

........

Suddenly I want to write a fanfic about FATE....

Volume 1: Text-124-The Nordic Nightmare

While the entire city of Sparta was overflowing with festivities, on the other side....

Northern Europe.

The winter of Fenrir has spread completely.

Plants were dying, and even the ancient trees of wisdom that the elves relied on for survival were beginning to wither and lose their lush greenness. Goose feathery black snow buckskin fell from the sky.

Standing on top of the Golden Palace, Odin sighed helplessly.

Like a dagger, the bitterly cold wind blew Odin's already white beard.

"Dusk is coming..." said Odin sadly, "This is our inescapable fate... Since there is no escape, let us try our best to be complete at last The battle it is. Gentlemen, let us write the triumph of our final chapter with our lives!"

Hearing Odin's words, the faces of the surrounding gods also rose in determination.

"Where did Loki go?"

Thor frowned in confusion after a glance around. According to the information coming from Spartan, Loki should have arrived in Asgard from the itinerary, but somehow Loki hadn't shown up until now....

Shaking his head, Odin's voice was solemn and sad.

"Loki has become as it was meant to be, irrevocably so."

As he said that, Odin fiercely gripped the Great God's Declaration-Ganganiel in his hand and pounded it against the ground.

"Prepare for battle!"

Immediately afterwards, a sword-like holy light penetrated through the dusky black clouds.

Then.

The entire world began to collapse, and from the crumbling void, seven white figures with wings appeared.

They were none other than the seven angels under God's throne.

Unable to see their faces, they covered themselves with the wings behind their backs, floating in the air like seven white eggs of light.

Then the wings spread out again and a delicate horn appeared in front of each of them.

In Christian mythology, there is a very important symbol called "Kabbalah Tree of Life", and the seven angels correspond to the seven branches of the Kabbalah Tree of Life....

"Wh--"

The distant sound of the horn was instantly heard throughout Northern Europe, and all the beasts that heard the horn instantly began to go berserk.

In the extreme cold, Fenrir, who was covered in chains, instantly broke free, sticky and disgusting saliva dripping continuously from the corners of his mouth. Pupils as cloudy as green fluorite were fat and filled with blood. The dazzling pale wolf fur on the epidermis was caked in strands from being left unattended for so long.

The surface of the sea began to swell, and the emotion called restlessness continued to erode the consciousness of the sleeping Yemengard in the mud bed at the bottom of the sea.

Not only them, but all the beasts, magical beasts, humans and even the gods began to inexplicably appear agitated in their consciousness.

The giant Sulter burst out of Musbelheim, the land of fire, his evil sword Revotin setting off a rain of fire with every swing.

The sea began to churn and floods began to spread over the land...

Stepping through the endless frost, Fenrir let out a soul-destroying wolf whistle.

The hellhound Garm warrior, chest stained with the blood of the living, barked incessantly on the rocks of the Abyss of Sorrow, fresh bits of flesh still at its feet.

Pulling the great ship with dead man's nails for a deck, dead bones for a hull, and human skin for canvas behind it, Yemengard rushed towards Asgard as did his brother, and the great ship was full of frost giants with sharp blades in their hands.

The Three Goddesses of Noren, their faces veiled, sat silently by the withering World Tree. A crack suddenly appeared in the World Tree's body, and then it grew wider and wider, from which the black head of a dragon protruded with a piercing roar.

Humans, noble and poor, rich and poor, began to climb higher and higher to escape the flood. All of them, noble and poor, rich and poor, began to rush to the heights with all their might in order to survive.

The distant sound of the trumpet stirred up all the negative thoughts in people's hearts, and they even sacrificed their friends, brothers and even children to survive.

The ugliness of human nature is exposed in this moment.

The stars fell from the sky, and the portal of the Hall of Valor opened wide, from which the souls of those valiant warriors rushed towards the mass of beast giants in front of them.

"This world has abandoned us after all, just as I killed Great Father Ymir in the first place..."

As he did, Odin mounted the eight-legged goddess.

"For Asgard!!!"

As he spoke, Odin rushed towards the fierce-looking Fenrir on horseback.

And following in Odin's footsteps, the gods also rushed towards the beasts that were attacking them.

A light green figure emerged from the World Tree, and her name was Uctrasil. Or rather, he was the consciousness born from the World Tree.

Just like a mere little girl, Youktrahiel silently looked at the world that was undergoing drastic changes before her.

Because of the disappearance of the tree's heart, Uktraciel could feel his power draining away.

The World Tree grew on the heart of the super primordial god Ymir, and in a sense the World Tree wasn't rooted in this land, but in this world.

Sort of half-world consciousness, Yoctrasil could feel the hostility coming from the divine power on the other side of the wall.

"You... why are you doing this?"

Like a confused and ignorant young girl, Ukitrasil's face was filled with confusion, and Ukitrasil didn't have an accurate concept of life and death, but even so, Ukitrasil could just as well feel the hostility of the angels.

"To spread the glory of the Lord."

Saying indifferently, Michael appeared in front of the girl with an unchanged face. With emerald-like wings growing behind her, Michael raised his palm's dark red cross longsword high.

"Without the heart of the tree you are no longer able to fight against us-"

As he said that, the dark red longsword instantly pierced through Uktraciel's heart.

Feeling the pain of being penetrated, Uktraciel let out a long sigh, then turned into a point shattered.

"There are two humans hiding in the next tree cave, are you going to kill them."