The Greece Antagonist-Chapter 792 - 9 Beating and Scolding are Signs of Affection, Deep L

Chapter 792: Chapter 9: Beating and Scolding are Signs of Affection, Deep Love Leads to Quick Death Chapter 792: Chapter 9: Beating and Scolding are Signs of Affection, Deep Love Leads to Quick Death At that moment, Odin, who was searching another field, heard the noise and hurried over, confronting the unexpected guest with a cold snort,

“The item was found by us first, it’s not your place to be pointing fingers and giving orders. Did your family never teach you manners before you left home?”

“Item?”

The woman, on hearing this, coldly chuckled in response,

“All things have spirit, they belong only to themselves, not as slaves to anyone! To treat a life that possesses spirituality so trivially, using it as a trophy to boast about, is that what your upbringing taught you?”

Faced with such an unceremonious retort, Odin’s expression suddenly darkened.

Objectively speaking, she was a rather beautiful woman.

Her skin was as pale as milk, her features elegant and pronounced, and golden hair interspersed with white feathers. Her white dress from an alien race hid her graceful curves, and the numerous rune plaques and metal accessories on her golden belt chimed like wind chimes as she moved, bringing a unique sense of mystery.

But such an overbearing attitude was not to Odin’s liking.

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He, the majestic Asa Divine King, when had he ever been lectured like this?

Seeing Odin’s divinity surging in his hands, Luo En quickly grabbed his blood brother’s shoulder, stepping forward with a smile trying to smooth things over.

“Haha, my friend, it’s all in jest, no need for such anger. May I have the honor of knowing your name?”

“Gulveig!”

The woman proudly responded, her expression softening a bit towards the smiling face before her.

Luo En’s heart stirred, and he continued to smile and inquire,

“From your attire, are you from Valhalla?”

“What if I am!”

Her voice suddenly turned cold, her gaze becoming somewhat wary.

Seeing her reaction, Luo En’s guess was confirmed.

It was indeed her!

The Light Bearer, Gulveig, a goddess from the Warner Divine Race skilled in Said Witchcraft and possessing powerful magical powers. Her divine name, in the Nordic language, carries dual meanings of “golden” and “strength,” fitting the woman’s image before him.

But more importantly, she seemed to be the spark that ignited the great war between the Asa Divine Race and the Warner Divine Race!

According to the epic records, even Odin himself could not subdue her!

Yet such a powerful goddess had only appeared once in the early part of Nordic mythology.

Thus, the name Gulveig was likely a pseudonym; her true identity must be someone else.

Whom could it be?

Just as Luo En was about to probe further, Odin, now aware of her identity, could barely contain his anger, his face darkened as he interrogated coldly,

“What are you doing coming to Midgard if you can’t stay peacefully in Valhalla?”

“Naturally, to help the lives here.”

Gulveig answered with a faint smile, her sparkling eyes then shifting towards the brown wolf cub in Luo En’s arms and the human village under the moonlight.

“As deities, it’s our duty to help them establish and survive in harsh environments.”

“I’d say that’s unnecessary, how the children of Asa live is not up to you aliens to meddle with!”

Odin scoffed continuously, his single eye emanating menace,

“Go back to Valhalla immediately, and I will pretend tonight’s events never happened!”

Help? Sounds nice, but the Warner Divine Race probably mostly covets the faith power of humans, wanting to infiltrate the Midgard World and have a share in it.

Hearing this unapologetic refusal, Gulveig scoffed, shaking her head,

“I wondered who it was, so it’s the barbarian from Asgard, no wonder you are so oppressive.”

Odin, hearing this, his face became stormy:

“What did you say?”

“I said, you Asa are a group of barbarians who know nothing but fighting and killing, completely lacking respect for life, incapable of properly governing this world; it would be better to leave these humans of Midgard to our Warner Divine Race to manage.”

Gulveig answered with a brimming smile, oblivious to Odin’s grim expression.

“Very well!” Odin laughed angrily, patterns of light moving on his body, his divine power roiling like a furious tempest.

At that very moment, Luo En, holding the small wolf cub, stepped back.

He now saw it clearly.

The Warner Divine Race came specifically to provoke, aiming to test the strength of the Asa Divine Race to see if they could get a share of the Midgard World and even go further to seize the authority of the Nine Great Kingdoms, replacing the Asa pantheon.

Since it was a blatant dispute of interests, Odin, as the Divine King of Asa, naturally would not show weakness.

“Woman, you brought this upon yourself—Gungnir (the Divine Spear)!”

Accompanied by a grim shout, Odin unapologetically hurled the spear in his hand.

Gulveig, unhurriedly waving her magic wand, cast her best-known Said Witchcraft.

A pair of swan-like Light Feathers extended behind her, allowing her to easily dodge the golden radiance charging directly at her.

The Asa Divine King?

Merely this…

Gulveig was derisively shaking her head when a sharp whooshing sound came from behind.

“Thud!”

The returning golden radiance, carrying a fierce divinity, pierced straight through the chest of Goddess Gulveig.

The Light Bearer, Gulveig?

Merely this…

Odin casually raised his hand, catching the divine spear automatically flying back into his grasp, sneering at the Warner deity ahead.

Gungnir means “pierce,” renowned as “the lost divine spear of the Celestial Realm,” also known as “Meteor Spear,” crafted by dwarfs from the branches of the World Tree. This spear is sacred, and any oath made upon its tip cannot be retracted and must come to fruition, hence it is also called “Great Divine Declaration.”

Its true terror lies in the causal rule of “every throw must hit,” where no evasion or interference can help; the only way to break it is to intercept it head-on.

But faced with the divinity and authority of a Divine King, there are few forces in the Nine Great Kingdoms that could contend.

Thus, ever since obtaining this treasure from the dwarven craftsmen, he had rarely faced defeat.

Only an outsider deity dared to provoke him, the Divine King, without knowing his opponent’s capabilities. It was truly overconfidence.

However, just as Odin lowered his arm and relaxed his guard, several pristine Light Feathers appeared out of nowhere and shot rapidly towards his face.

“Clang clang clang clang!”

A sword light like fire swept from the side, melting all the Light Feathers in a series of harsh metallic clashes.

“Don’t be careless; she’s not dead!”

Luo En’s grave voice reminded him, his gaze intense.

Odin broke into a cold sweat, following his blood brother’s gaze, he looked suspiciously at the goddess Gulveig’s chest.

The massive wound pierced by the Eternal Spear wasn’t bleeding, and the flesh around it was eerily growing back.

“To kill at the slightest disagreement, you Asa gods are as barbaric as the rumors say.”

Gulveig looked at Odin mockingly, then patted her completely healed chest and continued to snort coldly,

“Luckily, I know some Said Witchcraft, otherwise you might have succeeded.”

“You step into the territory of Asgard, trying to usurp the faith and Divine Authority of Asa, and you expect me to be courteous to you?”

Odin scoffed disdainfully, his hand sketching with the Eternal Spear in the air.

“ᚦ…<…ᚢ…”

Accompanied by three intermittent chants that resonated, representing the powers of “Secrecy,” “Flames,” and “Fate,” Lun Runes exploded in mid-air, sweeping the surroundings.

Spells?

This King of Asa knows them too!

If you think you can snatch prey from the jaws of Asgard, let’s see if the Said Witchcraft of the Warner Divine Race is stronger or the Rune Curses of the Asa Divine Race!

Suddenly, under the guidance of the Eternal Spear, a strange binding sensation congealed as columns of flame rose from the ground, engulfing Gulveig in a sea of fire.

However, accompanied by a song-like hum, a tornado mingled with the smell of the sea and moist vapor spiraled up, darkening the sky instantly, draining the flames away.

Afterward, a red dragon formed of flames roared as it lunged forward.

Odin swung the Eternal Spear, forcibly dispersing the backlash of flames, his facial muscles twitching violently.

The alien goddess not only easily defended against his curse but also returned his magical power back to him.

Clearly, on the level of spells, Gulveig had the upper hand.

Realizing this, Odin no longer insisted on competing in spells, decisively grabbed the Eternal Spear, and charged forward.

As a descendant of the Giants, close combat was where the Asa Divine Race excelled the most in battle.

Meanwhile, Luo En also drew out the Fiery Flame Demon Sword from the Magic Circle Diagram, his eyes gleaming with malevolent intent.

Since the visitor had ill intentions, they might as well capture her first and use her as a bargaining chip with the Warner Divine Race later.

After all, this wasn’t a knight’s duel; there were no rules against outnumbering the enemy.

However, as Luo En was about to act, a dazzling golden brilliance tore through the dark night, like a sun illuminating the earth.

“Clang!”

In the sharp clash of metal, Luo En looked at the Secret Text Longsword in front of him, forged like gold, his eyes revealing a hint of surprise.

It was able to compete against the Flame Demon Sword Leivatin without breaking; this artifact was definitely a treasure of the Warner Divine Race.

And its wielder must hold a high status.

Luo En jolted his wrist, the Magic Sword Leivatin exploding with even more intense golden-red flame light, sweeping the Golden Sword aside.

Then, he looked playfully at the silver-armored female swordsman in front of him with gray hair and eyes, and swan-feather wings on her back, curiously asking,

“Who might you be?”

“Freya.”

The female swordsman replied candidly, sizing Luo En up and down with gray eyes, her face that was both charming and valiant, breaking into an infectious smile,

“Your sword is quite remarkable.”

“So is yours.”

“Swordsmanship isn’t bad either.”

“Likewise.”

Luo En humbly answered, his smile bright.

The two who praised each other looked at one another, almost feeling a kindred spirit in each other.

However, in the next moment, gold and scarlet sword lights burst out mercilessly, thrusting at each other’s vitals.

“Bang!”

The Golden Sword cried out as it and its owner were sent flying backward.

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Luo En watched the female swordsman in the night sky stabilize her form with her wings, a cold smile in his heart.

Freya, the Norse goddess in charge of love, fertility, battle, and death, indeed a member of the Warner Divine Race.

And as legend has it, she was the original Valkyrie, commanding the entire Valkyrie legion, renowned as the goddess most skilled in combat and slaughter!

Upon knowing her divine name, Luo En had already been on guard.

And more importantly, her expression—he knew it all too well.

It was just like one of his own kind.

Both cunning and scheming.

But unfortunately, you’re still not quite there in matching wits with me!

Luo En scoffed, slashing backwards without looking.

“Clang!”

Amid a sharp clash of metal, the Golden Sword that had somehow shot from behind him cried out as it flew back, its runes nearly extinguished.

The Golden Sword of Victory, the weapon of Frey, the Norse god of fertility. Legend has it that this sword could independently fly to behead enemies, ensuring victory for whoever wielded it, symbolizing the brilliance of the sun.

If he remembered correctly, the god of fertility was none other than Freya’s own brother.

And the fact that Freya personally guarded her, the identity of the Light Bearer Gulveig was quite apparent.

Luo En turned slightly, interestedly looking towards the other side where Odin and his future official wife—the Queen Goddess Freya—were fiercely battling.