Valhalla Saga

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Athena opens her eyes wide with a blank face.

“Well, what the hell. Why is it so big? ”

I heard a disquieting voice. I had to.

The creature of the Black Poison Dragon Nidhog.

The hundred-meter tall giant gave a tremendous amount of pressure to those who looked at it just by crouching.

Adenma, the goddess of Tuaha de Danan, had gone through her own battle of pregnancy, but she had never seen such a huge dragon before.

Needhog, who was standing beside him, was greatly impressed by Adenmaha. He laughs and opens his arms wide.

“The real one is bigger than that. Go faster.”

Needhog's body was two kilometers long. Even from a simple length, it was about twenty times bigger than the giant in front of us, so it was tens of times bigger.

Needhog stretches his arms wide enough to express his enormity. Of course, he was impressed by the fact that Adnemar was much bigger, although he could not be more specific about how much bigger it would be.

“Bigger than that? Much more?”

“Yes, much bigger. Much more.”

Nidhog grunts and thinks of other ways to express the enormity of the body, but nothing comes to mind.

And there was nothing that came to mind, and so was Adenmacha.

You look up at Nidhog's gigantic figure with a dazed face and vomit in amazement.

“Huh, that's great. Amazing, really. ”

It was just like that when I heard that Nidhog had defeated the Giants' army, but now I understand clearly.

A living creature that size would cause enormous damage just by lying around on the battlefield.

Athena suddenly remembers rolling in the winter forest of Cataron.

The memory of the day when the living trees had to be rolled around literally to organize in one swoop.

Maybe Needhog rolled around on the battlefield, too?

‘Oh, no way. Do you really think he did it? ’

Adema reflectively shakes her head, picturing a giant a few hundred metres tall rolling around the battlefield. I wouldn't let Taejo do that.

“Anyway, that's great, that's great. ”

After admiring him again, Nidhog scratched the back of his head and didn't know what to do. He smiles like an idiot and grabs Athenmah's collar.

“Adenmaha.”

“Huh?"

“Joe, can you just give me a little more? ”

Needhog blushes his face and says well. At the moment of adenma, I didn't understand what he was talking about, so I tilted my head, but it was literally just for a moment.

What Needhog wants.

Ratatosk never said a word.

Athelma smiles widely. I spoke vigorously with my arms wide open.

“Brilliant. We need Hogs. Brilliant. It's big and beautiful!”

Latatosk always said he was a big fool.

He was too big to sell it for nothing.

Needhog thought so, too. I had to think so.

But not anymore.

Adenma said it was great. Instead of cursing at a big idiot, you complimented Nidhog for being big and beautiful.

“Eh-heh-heh.”

I kept smiling. My face was hot, but I couldn't stop laughing.

And it wasn't just laughter that flowed out. My eyes flushed with tears. I didn't even know I was crying.

Athena draws a quiet smile on the face of Nidhog like that. Instead of wiping Nidhog's tears, he smiles and looks up at Nidhog's giant body, admiring it a little more vigorously.

“How great is this? I'm so amazed. I'm so amazed. ”

He spoke kindly as if he were praising a young child.

Needhog, who couldn't hold on much longer, hugged Adenmaha.

“Adenmaha, I love it! ”

“I like it too. I like you, too, Needhog. ”

Adenmaha patted Nidhog on the back. Ten centimeters bigger than Adenmaha, by the way, was a Needhog that was held by anyone.

I like it, not hate it.

Needhog bit his lip. Then I burst into tears.

Despite how terribly she wept, all her clothes were wet, but she did not push Nidhog away. Rather, I gave him a warmer hug.

And Kuulin, who was watching such sights from afar, blushed his eyes.

‘Warm, warm. You don't need a stove because it's so warm. ’

Nidhog was also Nidhog, but Kuhlin admired Sasam Adenmaha.

I've always seen Taeho tremble, but I never thought she'd be so maternal.

‘Goddess is goddess. ’

Kuulin grins again. It was because Adenmaha's past, who volunteered to save Erin's refugees and became a slave to the tyrant Brest, came to mind.

Unlike this Kuhoorin, Hela, who doesn't know much about Ademaha, looks at Nidhog in surprise.

“I had no idea that Black Viper Nidhog would exist like that. ”

I saw him fight bravely on the battlefield first, even more so.

Odin grins bitterly.

“Yeah, me too. I just assumed it was an evil entity. ”

Despite the countless deafening cries of Needhog.

Odin takes a deep breath and looks back at Greece.

“How's it going? ”

“You're all set. As soon as I give the order, I will lead the Nagfal back to Asgard. ”

There are already dozens of Naglefars, boats that have gathered the nails of the dead.

“That's a solid story. ”

Every single one of the dead was clearly weak. They couldn't even fight the Giants properly. However, the story changed when the number reached hundreds of thousands. Even though it is still too much to face the giants, there is no shortage of dealing with the witches.

“Odin, are you heading straight for the highest branch? ”

“I will. I have no reason to delay. ”

Rather, I had to hurry. He gathered some information from Nibbleheim and Midgard, but still had no specific information about Asgard's situation.

Odin turns his gaze to Taeho, who is standing next to Merlin, immediately answering Hela's question.

“The warrior of Idun. ”

“Yes, Odin. ”

“Hresbelg is the king of the highest branches and protector. Perhaps we can show ourselves just by approaching. ”

Especially in the group, Needhog. Although I had never met Nidhog before in my life, I knew only the characteristics of Nidhog, four horns and four wings, were known through Latatosk.

Just hearing that a black dragon appeared, my eyebrows must have fallen out.

“I will proceed as I discussed before until I negotiate with him. But what happens after that is up to you. ”

He gave up everything to Taeho about how to defeat Hresbelg. It wasn't just a blur. Odin was trusting Taejo that much.

“Leave it to me.”

Taeho taps his chest. Odin smiles bitterly, picturing Taeho appearing to save himself. He gestures at Taeho, recalling Yidu trying to hide Taeho somehow from his eyes.

“Come closer. I will give you my blessing. ”

‘Good, you like blessings. Take a lot. Take it twice. ’

Kuulin interrupts and says, "This is the moment."

Taeho smiles bitterly at Odin. Odin blesses Taeho on his forehead.

“To Asgard and the Nine Realms. ”

Odin's words give me no reason to wait any longer. The group guides Latatosk toward the highest branch.

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The World Water Wigdrasil is not just a system that connects the world to the world, but rather a system that makes up the world itself.

Because of this, Wigdrasil, the world's water, was not all he could see. The world waters that run through Nibbleheim, Midgard and Asgard are merely a fraction of the true world's water.

Hresbelg was instinctively aware of this. I couldn't explain it in detail, but I felt it.

‘The path to the highest branch is not one. ’

In addition to ascending the number of worlds that are materialized, there were several ways to reach the highest branch.

The path used by the squirrel mason latatosk to reach the highest branch was also invisible.

Because of this, Hresbelg placed sentries on the highest branch. To quickly repel those approaching the highest branch, whether giant or divine.

The robust old man, Hresbelg, stands alone in the middle of a large, stacked training ground and moves slowly.

Swing a spear through the air. Slice horizontally and cut vertically, turning hard.

Hresbelg moves slowly. I spent more than a few seconds finishing one slash.

It was a training technique often used by human martial artists to improve the precision of their movements.

In fact, it was a rather meaningless exercise for Hresbelg.

Just like the ancient dragon Nidhog, Hresbelg was a kind of god.

Therefore, the nature itself was the appearance of the old man, but even so, it was not the human form.

A giant white eagle with its wings spread across the sky.

That was the true form of Hresbelg. I didn't need to use a spear trained in human form and couldn't use it.

But still, Hresbelg practiced his spear. I tried to be like him, remembering the image of the great hero that remained in my head.

Clean stabbing.

Hresbelg reaches out his spear and takes a deep breath. Originally, I had to move on from here to the next, but I glanced away with a frown. Young sparrows fly in from afar.

“Heresbellg! Heresbellg! ”

“It's here! It's here! ”

“Intruder! Intruder! ”

The sparrows hover over Heresbelle's head, chattering loudly.

Hresbelg stretches out his spear, creating a place for them to sit and asks with a fierce smile.

“Giants?”

“It's not a giant! He's not even a god! ”

“Black Dragon! It's the Black Dragon!”

“Black Dragon? ”

Hresbelg opens his eyes and asks. At that instant, the sparrow swallows its breath in horror.

“Oh, I'm sorry. ”

A stiff sparrow swiftly picks it up from the spear, and his energy subsides.

The sparrows, barely able to breathe again, flutter their wings and shout.

“Huge! ”

“He's got poison in him! You have four wings! Four horns! ”

Hresbelg swallowed a dry saliva. You can barely hold your breath while trying to react.

Four wings and four horns.

Black, black, black dragon.

There was only one thing that came to my mind. And that's when the big, black bird flew in from afar.

“Heresbelleg!”

Hresbelg was Verde Folnier, his henchman.

She used to be a woman with long, black hair who always showed reconciliation, but this time she was too busy. I shouted at him in bird form.

“He's here, he's here! ”

There was only one thing that was so exciting for Verde Polnir, who was always so calm.

“Black Poison Dragon Needhog. ”

Ancient Dragon.

Hresbelg's own foe to his fate!

My breath was hard. Hresbelch clenches his fist as he feels the beating heart.

I still remember the fight with the big hero that I could remember when I closed my eyes.

The excitement at that time came to mind. There was a natural smile on my face.

Duel.

An epic battle for the fate of the world.

It's the day we've been waiting for for for a thousand years!

I could have died. The opponent is an ancient dragon who hates the world. Perhaps today is Hresbelg's last day.

But I had no regrets. There was no fear.

If only I could unleash all my abilities.

“Let's go, let's go. Lead the way, Verde Folnier. ”

Apart from the hot chest, his voice was strangely calm. The eyes were also still.

The sparrows were impressed by the heroic figure of Hresbelg himself. Verde Polnir struggled to hold back his tears. It was a moment when a longing owner was about to enter a one-on-one battle that had been waiting all his life. I shouldn't have scattered my heart with tears.

“I will guide you, my beloved master, the King of the highest branches. ”

Hresbelg swallows his breath as he roars through the sky. My passion for burning like the sun rose in the air with the mind of the index of fame.

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