Valhalla Saga

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A crack appeared over the tent of light that was giving off a subtle light like a seven colored rainbow.

With the sound of the glass breaking, the pieces of the wall are broken and scattered.

The inside and outside that had been cut off continued. You could see inside, and you could see inside.

Valhalla was huge.

The walls with 540 doors were truly magnificent, and the walls of three layers were solid and thick.

Freya recognizes the shortage of troops to defend all of Valhalla. Because of this, she gave up the fog lake area, where the islands of each legion were gathered.

Valhalla's entire force is about 600,000.

Among them, the number of troops led by Thor reached about 300,000, and the number of troops involved in the change reached about 100,000.

After eliminating all the troops scattered across the world, the number of troops remaining in Valhalla is about 150,000.

Around 80,000 of them were steel warriors, and 70,000 were Valhalla warriors.

The number of 150,000 was never small. The Valhalla Warriors and the Steel Warriors have decided to think Viking.

It doesn't matter when you die.

How you die is important.

The Valhalla warriors climb the walls. Steel warriors stand shoulder to shoulder with them.

The Valkyries of each legion wear helmets and carry weapons. That number is about 5,000.

It included all the pre-valkyrie classes at Freya's Valkyrie Sanctuary.

The gods have joined the warriors.

It was not just the powerful vessels with armies like Nyord the god of the sea or Heimdall the god of the waves.

Crab 54508, the goddess of agriculture; I rode on the wall with two large and strong white cows that were used to farm this field. The mediation god, Porsetti, who was far from the fight and focused on the conversation, also raised his weapon today.

I did not cover up old age for men and women. Everyone who can fight is ready to face the giants with their weapons.

The walls that were broken were beautiful. As the rainbow flashed and scattered, the trumpeters blew their horns forcefully.

I looked inside and out.

Awe and silence spread through the sound of the horn.

A sight beyond imagination awaits the warriors of Valhalla.

The swarms of black magic cover the entire earth. The number was unpredictable, but it must have been a foolish calculation of hundreds of thousands or more.

Giants weren't too few. There are tens of thousands of giants that seem to reach the sky, and thousands of tiny giants combined.

There were monsters in heaven and earth. Monsters, born and raised in Jotunheim, in the land of the harsh, suppress the sound of the horn with an angry roar.

There was no light in the sky. Flying monsters and magic were gathering like clouds where the sun would be.

Among the darkening hordes of the sky was Valkazar, the most vicious and powerful Black Frost Dragon among the dragons of Jotunheim.

Freya, on top of the tallest tower, situated inside three layers of the walls for conduction, swallows a dry saliva. He clenched his fist and calmed himself down.

Her gaze is distant. To see Urgard Loki, the Magic King, sitting on a crumbling wall deep inside the enemy camp.

Loki also saw Freya. The distance between them was truly enormous, but for the two magical costs, this distance did not interfere a bit.

“I will kill you. I will wipe Valhalla from the world. ”

The Magic King said it was a simple declaration, no provocation or anything.

Freya smiles white. My shoulders were a little shaky, but I couldn't help it. With the staff in your hand, I declared you face-to-face with the ground.

“Come, king of the giants, who are about to die. ”

The Magic King smiles. He gestures lightly, and the giants around him blow a horn. In a noise that seems to open up the world, the magical army begins to attack.

The ground is ringing. The ground is moving.

Even though only a fraction of the Giants' forces have moved, the ground itself seems to wiggle.

Valhalla is everywhere, and the giants have surrounded Valhalla with an enormous army, but the battle is not fought on every wall.

It was due to the presence of deep and wide moats that surrounded the entire walls of Valhalla.

The horses charge towards the cliffs and the moat. The eyes were not even a hint of fear or enchanted by mind control.

The Magic King teases his fingers. The flying objects that were covering the sky were split in two and opened the sky, and a great plague of heaven fell down between them.

Magic summoning meteorites.

It was set to come down at the moment of the breakdown of Valhalla's barrier.

Freya casts a spell as she watches the massive meteorite pour down in flames. She was also defended against attacks of this magnitude.

You sweat down Freya's forehead. The sky buzzes with her spells, and a huge door opens to receive meteorites. You make meteorites fall on the heads of non-Valhalla objects.

A meteorite that crashed into the mournful place struck over the heads of the monsters that were rushing from the edge. It was a catastrophic heavenly disaster, though it was reduced by the speed of passing through the door of space. Thousands of laughable horses have been erased from the world.

It was too little damage compared to the whole thing.

The magic king grinned and made fun of his fingers. Focusing on the nerves that were coming through the door to a massive space, Freya triggered an unstoppable, original preparedness.

The ground shakes. The ground begins to rise from the bottom of the moat.

It was the magic of the surface ridge. No matter how magical the King of Magic was, it was an enormous magic that could not be stopped, but the Magic King did it.

It was because I had prepared for several days, but offered appropriate sacrifices.

Spells are followed in a matter of seconds.

About 10,000 of the magic objects standing on the Magic Camp prepared by the Magic King met their death without even knowing it. With all their life and magic taken away, they fall to the ground like twisted firewood.

Freya desperately tried to stop the magic king, but she was lacking. Freya can't prepare as many sacrifices as the Magic King. The difference in magical power was also noticeable, so obstacles had limitations.

The bumpy ground fills the moat. It fills about a quarter, but it's enough. The witches march like an oar towards the walls of Valhalla.

An attack has begun in the sky. Along with the roar of the Black Frost Dragon Valkazar, a great number of magical creatures and monsters pour down like rain.

Freya breathes heavily. You tease your fingers simultaneously to trigger all the defensive magic installed in Valhalla.

The Valkyries rise. Their charge with magical wings is indeed brave and beautiful, but also as worthless as a moth leaping into an angry fire.

The battle has begun at the Wall.

The horses hang a ladder and throw their hooks. The Valhalla warriors stopped the magic by triggering the saga.

Lightning strikes and sparks. With a strong gust, the blade sweeps over the wall.

But the walls were too wide. There were too many magic objects. Giants and monsters have been attacked by warriors with their bodies.

Ragnar admitted that he was conducting on the walls on behalf of Freya, who runs the magic wars.

If this continues, defeat is certain.

It was only a matter of time.

But I couldn't give up. Despite knowing the promised destruction, Valhalla's gods and warriors struggled.

Balkazar opens his big mouth. The air cracks wide, and the magical objects and Valkyries are crushed together. The Valkyrie breathes through her chest through her teeth, and the magic next to her drops a stew.

Valkazar shuts up again. You crush what was between your teeth and see the Valkyries soaring like moths and steel warriors.

Valkazar, who has also been involved in a great war, has found himself among the rising ones.

I think of her name that shines especially among the beautifully radiant Valkyries.

Queen of the Shadow Country, Skazaha.

Why is she here? Why is he dressed like a Valkyrie?

It doesn't matter. Valkazar smiles loudly. You flap your wings at Skazaha.

Idun, the goddess of youth and life, was located in the middle of the second of the three walls. You release your power with your arms wide open.

Aura of Life covers the Valhalla warriors. I empowered them to fight back.

But it was not enough. Heda was better at fighting than Idun. However, I remained silent. Since then, I have focused solely on secretly exerting my powers.

How long has it been since the fight started?

Even though only a dozen minutes had passed, death overflowed from heaven and earth.

The magicians only looked forward.

Giants did, too.

The monsters in the sky only looked at Valhalla.

That's why they didn't see it.

The warriors on the wall didn't recognize it at first.

“To Asgard and the Nine Realms. ”

It's a small voice. It starts from the back of the battlefield. It was a voice echoing from beneath the ground.

Some of the magic objects look down at your feet. The ground shakes violently, and at some point the beast cracks wide open.

The magic spills down the hole. But soon it came back up again. It was an overwhelming result of being hit by a huge ship.

A nagbar made of dead men's fingernails and claws.

Several large sailboats appeared behind the devils without a chin. An army of more than 100,000 dead spilled out of those that splintered the ground.

The dead rush forward screaming. I fought fiercely to secure an open space.

The Magic King sees an army of the dead in the rear. Instead of swallowing your breath in embarrassment, you just nod lightly.

When Hrumbach said he was defeated, he expected this. And the army of the dead was as expected. There were a lot of them just by looking at the numbers, but they weren't as close to the number of things. Moreover, it was an army of dead men that could not be compared to the warriors of Valhalla. There was nothing to fear.

The magic king, who gave the order to become a few with his hands, looked back at Valhalla. But it was only for a moment. The magic king had no choice but to look back.

“To Asgard and the Nine Realms. ”

It wasn't Galeon's voice leading the army of the dead.

Latatosk opens the door through the unseen branches of the world's water. A new army sticks its head out right next to where the army of the dead broke through.

It was the Dwarves of Bellier. The men are fully armed and charge towards the drum.

The number is small. It is too small for the army of the dead to count 10,000, at most.

But these were not the end.

The rain of arrows shields the dwarves' charge.

“To Asgard and the Nine Realms. ”

Arianna, a recluse of the Cali family on the battlefield on behalf of the Confederate family of Svard Alphaheim, whispered as Nazir whispered. A light fairy from Alphaheim knocks at her chest.

Spirits rush through the rain of arrows. It was the servants of the Light Fairies.

La Bellier, Svard Alphaheim and Alphaheim.

It wasn't all here. Freya gives up and an army travels a long, long way in place of the road to the Misty Lake where the Magic King cut off its path.

Standing in the lead were the warriors on the unicorn.

Afterwards, the Rhino riders were the warriors.

Hador, Vanaheim's Defense Captain, roars. An army of gods bravely opened a new path.

The Magic King was not embarrassed. I tried to. With one deep breath, I was able to recover my cool. and judged.

The situation does not change significantly.

Those who thought they couldn't gather in one place gathered together, but they can't bring the whole situation down on their own. For giants, the army of the dead was only 10,000 to 20,000 troops.

Giants of the Night and Giants of the Sea Grund command a group of troops. He wanted to sweep the troops behind him.

But it was too much.

There were still troops left. Now there's a mob coming!

“Valhalla!”

They were not fairies.

It wasn't even the gods.

Nor were the dead.

The living.

Warriors of Midgard!

Tens of thousands of warriors run behind the dwarves. At the forefront of them was the day of the World War on Earth, but there was a man who had not made it to Valhalla by surprise. Helga, the princess of Cataron, roared on the lead with the Valkyrie who wanted to ascend that day.

The existences of the new Asgardian could have gone to the handover Midgard.

If so, would it not be the opposite? Where is the law?

The magic king felt dizzy.

It was an understandable situation.

Even the army of the dead and the Bananas understood it. But the dwarves, the Obsidians, and the Light Fairies were different. The warriors of Midgard were truly hordes, even if they understood it a hundred times.

The humans of Midgard were divided into tens and hundreds, each with their swords drawn to each other. It was impossible to unite them to fight.

“It's not impossible. ”

Loki, who was hanging from the wall, said: He squeezes his magic on the Magic King, making his eyes hard to open, but he smiles with a thin voice.

“You know that. A person who can do this. ”

The Magic King grips his teeth. You stare at the rear army. I vomited in anger.

“Odin!”

King of the gods.

A man who can lead warriors from around the world. A man who can gather the warriors of Midgard who fought and opposed each other with one word.

“This is the king's fight. ”

It wasn't just the king's fight that led the way.

The king was a leader. One by one, he was the one who put together the twigs that became stronger when they became weak.

Odin sits crumpled over Latatosk's head. Instead of going out to fight, I teased my hand again. It was time for the spleen to come out.

Valkazar, who was charging towards Skazar, turns his back without even knowing it. It's because the shadow overhead has lost.

Higher than the sky occupied by monsters and magical creatures.

There was a fierce wind. It messed with hundreds of horses' flight and caused them to crash to the ground.

Something bigger than a Black Frost dragon.

A true loser in the sky.

“They'll kill you with a single strike. ”

Hresbelg, king of birds, snorts. Hundreds of raptors flap their wings behind his back, standing on a huge, giant body. The user lunges over the heads of flying creatures as if it were snatching food.

And that moment.

That's when the hurricane from Hresbelg scattered Balkazar's cold breeze.

Ithun felt a heartbeat.

Heda grips her chest roughly.

Idun saw.

I felt it.

To be continued.

Finally being one again.

[Saga: Idun's Warrior]

They are approaching from farther away than the army of the dead. It rises between hundreds of warriors and dozens of Valkyries.

Black Poison Dragon Needhog.

It was not one.

[Saga: Valkyrie Visited Warrior]

[Company: Extreme Owner]

[Saga: Master of Flame]

Another black dragon roared.

Two white frost dragons and one red dragon each stuffed their mouths with cold and flames.

Five dragons.

It was an enormous existence. I couldn't turn my eyes away.

And on top of the heads of those dragons, there was a man who drew his sword, no, above the heads of the dragon army.

He looks down at the Giants' armies and commands them.

“Screw you.”

Short speech.

The dragons submit. At the same time, they open their mouths.

Five lights.

Five flashes.

It is the power of the One King.

A symbol of power that can only be used by true dragons.

Dragon Bress.

The battlefield has been swept away. Forcibly opened the way.

Five dragons flapped their wings at the same time. No one dared to obstruct its advancement. I just stared at him stupid.

Heda sighs. Idun looks at the approaching one with tears in his eyes.

“It wasn't a white horse, it was a black dragon coal prince. ”

Freya laughs, and five dragons turn away from the wall as if in disagreement. You face an army of giants, facing the walls of Valhalla.

There were still many enemies.

You have overwhelmed Valhalla's army.

But Ragnar laughs loudly. I had to.

Another saga that stood on the head of the Black Dragon raised its sword and activated it.

It is now beyond mystery, known to many, and thus another legend with power and form!

[The legendary Saga: Under the golden apple tree, the goddess of youth smiles.]

The most beautiful goddess.

The most benevolent goddess.

Blessed is he who believeth!

A vision of a giant golden apple tree rises. Everyone on the battlefield was distracted by the vision of a magnificent golden apple tree, larger than a black dragon.

The warriors of Valhalla feel overwhelmed. The strength and courage of the unknown rose from the depths of my heart.

Magic objects, on the other hand, suffered. The sanctity of the golden apple has taken away their strength and courage.

And at that moment,

Helga, the Princess of Cataron, blushes. I shouted aloud with all the emotions I couldn't help.

“The warrior of Idun! ”

It begins. The whole battlefield is shaken.

The warriors of Valhalla shout out with respect and praise, as the devils shout out with hatred and fear.

The warrior of Idun.

Leader of Idun.

“Idun, heda. ”

For the peace of the platoon.

Taeho whispered as if Najjik was whispering. Feeling the idun and heda that led to one, you grasp the Caliban.

I stared at the Magic King's army.