Reborn As A Ghost: Time To Build My Undead Army!-Chapter 1910: Maria VS Odin [8] — Farewell, King Of Gods

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SLAAASH!

The great spear split in two—one half radiant with light, the other steeped in deep darkness.

The spear of light, sensing its freedom, surged toward the spear of darkness.

They collided violently, unleashing explosions of blinding light and writhing shadow that twisted the dimensional fabric itself.

"Now!"

Maria activated Path of Nihility once more. She tore space apart and annihilated it with every swing of her blade, carving deeper into Odin’s true body as she danced through the chaos.

As she pressed forward, Tyr caught sight of his father at the very center—his form shrunken, shriveled, trembling, and encrusted with black miasmic flesh.

His Soul Fragments!

"GYAAAAH!"

Odin’s scream echoed as countless monstrous hands erupted from every direction.

Maria clenched her teeth and struck back with Hel’s Touch of Death.

The hands writhed and crumbled into ash, yet more kept appearing without end.

They were desperately trying to stop her!

"Get out of the way!"

"Scram!"

Lucifer and Nyx roared in unison. The two dragons merged their draconic power. Maria sprouted massive dragon wings and a pair of enormous dragon claws, punching and ripping apart the hands that blocked her path.

CLASH! CLASH! CLASH! CLASH!

As the hands were torn apart, Maria pushed deeper. She encountered hundreds of serpents and wolves.

Through the chaos, Fenrir and Jormungandr had vanished.

"Brothers!"

Hel stared in horror as she realized they were being manipulated, merging with Odin’s Embodiment of Madness to spawn countless clones.

The clones roared and attacked Maria from every angle.

She swiftly cut them down with Path of Nihility.

But she soon noticed their true bodies—deep beneath layers of tentacles—roaring in pain, their souls and flesh covered in wounds.

"No! Maria, if you cut the clones, the real ones will take the damage!"

"Then...!"

Maria immediately shifted to her second form: Path of Genesis!

With it, she severed their connections, destroying the clones while carefully separating the true Fenrir and Jormungandr from the illusions.

Until finally, both brothers opened their eyes amid the turmoil.

"Brothers!"

Hel extended a vast mass of undead tendrils, seizing her two brothers and pulling them safely inside Maria’s Firmament Aura.

"H-Hel?!" Fenrir gasped.

"Ugh... my head..." Jormungandr groaned.

The two titan beasts were secure. Maria pressed onward, slashing through a dense forest of hardened red crystals, cutting everything in her path.

Deeper and deeper.

Until at last, Odin stood just ahead.

"AAAAHHHH! AAAAAAAAHHHHH!"

Odin kept screaming, clutching his head. Space warped further in his agony and madness, spawning countless phantoms of every god he had ever known.

These manifestations—born of his dark powers—attacked Maria from all sides.

Maria’s "Stars"—her allies—fought back fiercely. They channeled their spells, techniques, and attacks through her Aura.

One by one, the divine phantoms—embodiments of Odin’s memories—were slain.

His children. The ancient gods. Finally even himself, Frigga, and every friend they had lost in Valhalla.

The more she and her allies cut them down, the weaker and smaller the remaining phantoms became.

Until only one final group remained.

They looked like children.

Odin and Frigga as young warriors, barely eight years old.

The two small figures pointed wooden swords at Maria.

She stopped.

"Odin..."

Frigga sighed softly, a gentle smile touching her lips.

"So beneath all that madness... you still loved me?"

As she gazed at the two phantoms, Maria did not strike. Instead, she knelt and embraced them gently with her giant hands.

"Be at ease... I will not hurt him."

The phantoms could not speak. They did not attack.

But they looked at Maria with empty eyes.

For a brief moment, they hugged each other and nodded before fading away.

"This is similar to... what we saw inside Sofia’s Nightmare," Alma murmured. "Perhaps the same phenomenon occurred within Odin’s madness."

Maria reached Odin. More manifestations surged from behind, leaving her no time for sentiment.

"Frigga... Aaahhh... I miss you... Friggaaa..."

The man clutched himself, trembling. His body looked malnourished, almost skeletal, as though every ounce of his power had been poured into the monstrous outer-god shell encasing him.

"Odin!"

Frigga clutched her chest tightly at the sight of him weeping for her.

She leaped from Maria’s Aura like a falling star.

Just as Maria swung her sword downward.

"...?! Frigga, what are you...!"

Maria halted abruptly. Frigga had wrapped her arms around Odin.

"Frigga?"

Odin’s eyes widened.

"W-What’s happening? W-Where are we? What...! Where have you been?"

"I’m here... that’s what matters."

Frigga smiled warmly, hugging the frail old man as tears fell onto his shoulder.

He trembled and hugged her back.

"Frigga... Frigga... I missed you... don’t leave me..."

"Odin... I won’t leave your side."

"Ahh... My beautiful Frigga..."

Maria looked down with Hel and the others.

For a fleeting moment, everything shifted.

The darkness receded. Light flooded in.

Odin and Frigga grew younger before their eyes.

They became children again—barely thirteen.

Odin appeared as a bright young man with long blonde hair and the Viking hat his father had once given him.

Frigga looked adorable, her blonde hair woven into braids beneath a bright fur hat adorned with two small horns.

They held hands and smiled at each other.

Then they kissed.

"I love you, Frigga...! I won’t ever leave your side...! I will protect you... from everything...!"

"And I will always guard your back, my husband... forever!"

As they laughed and smiled together, Maria understood what she had to do.

Frigga wanted to leave with her husband.

"Are you sure?"

Maria asked one last time.

Frigga nodded, her youthful face radiant with peace.

"I promised we would stay together until death... and even after death."

While Odin lingered in one of his last moments of clarity, Frigga wished to depart with him.

"What about your children? Thor and Tyr?"

"...They’ve been adults for thousands of years," Frigga said with a bittersweet smile. "I don’t want them to live burdened by such pitiful parents, dragged down by our sins. Please, Maria—promise me you’ll protect them and guide them toward the right path."

"...I will," Maria nodded.

She closed her eyes as tears fell. Her sword turned pink, embodying dreams, hope, memories, childhood, and love.

Then she swung downward at the embracing couple.

But they were not harmed.

The sword dissolved into bright light.

Pink petals swirled around them.

This was Maria’s third form.

"{Myriad Firmaments Sword Soul Heart Dream Paths}: {Third Form – Path Of Oblivion}"

FLAAASH!

Brilliant light enveloped them.

The darkness, the countless aberrant heads, hands, and tentacles—all vanished.

And Odin and Frigga?

Their bodies faded into radiant light and drifting pink petals.

A beam of pure light rose toward an afterlife beyond even the tower—somewhere Maria could not follow.

There, the two souls laughed and played, holding hands as children once more.

"Let’s go, Odin! Another adventure awaits us beyond the heavenly light!"

"Yeah! Are we finally going to Valhalla?! I’ve heard it’s the heaven all warriors reach!"

"Yes... We’re going to Valhalla!"

Frigga never let go of his hand as the two children ran joyfully into the skies.

The dimensional distortions slowly faded.

Maria used her Soul Realm to absorb the remnants of the Heavenly Realm, stabilizing the skies above Yggdrasil.

Everyone watched in silence as the two gods who once ruled this world vanished completely, leaving nothing behind.

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