The Greece Antagonist-Chapter 812 - 17 The Wife Who Delivers_2

Chapter 812: Chapter 17: The Wife Who Delivers?_2 Chapter 812: Chapter 17: The Wife Who Delivers?_2 He’s actually wounded?

How interesting! Oh, so interesting!

Amid this unprecedented sensory stimulation, Olvir laughed heartily as he looked at the knight who had killed the enormous wolf on the snowy field and was now charging at him with a lance. He slowly spoke:

“I am the serpent of the Mortal World, encircling the World, strangling warhorses, poisoning knights!”

No sooner had his words fallen than the entire pale snowfield shook violently. A giant serpent over a hundred meters long burst forth from the ground, flipping the charging warhorse onto the ground and twisting it into shredded flesh. Then it opened its gaping maw, and its fangs ruthlessly pierced the knight’s body, with Poison Liquid crazily injected into him.

“Pah!”

Luo En spat out a mouthful of Golden Blood as if struck by a thunderbolt, clutching his chest, as if feeling a strongly corrosive poison racing through his body, frantically destroying the vitality within.

As time passed, his organs rapidly failed, his skin began to rot, and the stench of death wafted from him.

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Luo En, enduring the erosion of the toxin, gritted his teeth and said:

“I am… the giant eagle that hunts serpents, my talons can tear through snake skin, swift as lightning.”

Above them, invisible clouds condensed into a colossal bird hundreds of meters wide, its wings as hard as steel, its cry like Thunderbolt.

“Tweet!”

With a piercing cry, the giant eagle dove, its hook-like talons slashing through the giant serpent’s scales and skin, piercing its hard skull and spine, lifting the giant snake into the air and smashing it down with force.

Under the mighty impact, the giant serpent shattered into pieces, turning into soil and dissolving away.

At the same time, Olvir, who suffered backlash, dropped to one knee with a thud, his face and body marked with scratches as if clawed by talons.

After two rounds of confrontation, the true ruler of the Nordic World could not help but become truly enraged, his voice turning sinister:

“I am Death, turning all Life into dry bones!”

Instantly, a dense grey-black aura of death spewed forth from beneath the snowfield, turning the entire world into a Hell shrouded in death. A cloaked figure, half-skull, half-flesh, the Incarnation of Death, raised both hands. Thick black smoke swept across, causing the feathers of the circling giant bird to fall, its flesh to be stripped away, turning into a stark white skeleton plummeting to the ground.

The wound simultaneously backlashed onto Luo En, who propped up his body with hands cut open and flesh burst, enduring piercing bone-aching pain as he muttered:

“I am the World, supporting space, nourishing Life.”

A lush giant tree rose behind him, its branches spreading wide, dense shade casting a rich shadow. Vibrant vitality circled over the barren frozen earth, transforming the dead soil into a place of birdsong and floral fragrance.

The figure of Death faded with the diminishing death intent, dissipating until it was invisible.

Looking at the figure beneath the shadows of the huge tree, as wounds healed and vitality renewed, Olvir’s gaze grew heavy. After a long thought, he spoke slowly:

“I am the judgment of the Apocalypse, Twilight of the gods, granting all things eternal damnation!”

In an instant, the once lush and towering tree thunderously collapsed. A black dragon that had gnawed through the roots of the Giant Tree, shaking its wings, emerged from the earth, roaring tyrannically, pronouncing the arrival of the apocalypse.

At the same time, a giant wolf formed from the snowstorm soared into the sky, devouring the sun and moon. A giant python formed from the soil spat out Poison Liquid, dissolving all things. The figure made of Death swung its arms, completely stripping the World and the giant tree of Life, plunging everything into eternal darkness.

As the sun, moon, and stars ceased to exist, a slowly chanted hymn echoed through this dead World:

“I am the Primordial Fire, born from darkness, everything is for me, everything is for Light!”

In an instant, a powerful Fire of Light burst from the body shrouded in darkness, illuminating the silent World; mountains and rivers, oceans and lakes, fish and birds, and insects were all bathed in Light.

Looking at the figure burning with Divinity as flames, Olvir sneered slightly and calmly said:

“I am Time, all things have a beginning and an end, a predestined Death, all will have an end.”

As Olvir raised his hand slightly, the sun and moon in the sky accelerated their orbit, cycling at countless times the speed, as if a loom’s shuttle violently weaved the pattern of the end.

Under the surging tidal wave of time, everything changed beyond recognition.

Seas turned to fields, mountains to deep valleys, valleys to hills…

Everything was washed away.

The sun and moon sank into the darkness, stars hidden deep in space.

Luo En felt even the ground beneath him becoming a void, no earth, no sky; everything was falling.

Plummeting into an endless void…

“So, what do you have that can contend with Time?”

A profound voice came from the void, continuously echoing in Luo En’s ears.

“In the river of Time, your past is insignificant. Join this World, I will give you greater power, a higher authority!”

“Hope…”

“Hmm?”

“I am Hope, though ethereal and elusive, yet it was, is, and will ever be!”

A deep chant rose in the void.

“Buzz!”

The heart-like World above their heads shook violently; a star emerged from the darkness, flickering with a faint glow.

But clearly, a mere speck of light was not enough to illuminate the vast void engulfed by eternity.

But in the next moment, like a stagnant pool violently stirred, countless gold streams of light emerged in the center.

One, two, three;

Hundreds, thousands, billions!

“Humming, humming, humming!”

Like grains of sand, the golden stars rose into the sky, and the vast sea of starlight poured down, showering Luo En with layers of light and shadows, completely filling the nearly boundless void.

Seeing the scene before him, Olvir’s expression changed drastically.

He had made a mistake, a fatal mistake!

The foreigner before him was not merely a Divine King; he bore the weight of an entire world on his shoulders!

“Now, it’s your turn to answer…”

The low voice, accompanied by the undulating starlight, resonated far and wide as Luo En walked from the depths of the void. With every step forward, countless golden stars lit up around him, constructing a path forward with light.

And in his outstretched right hand, a hexahedral metal object, carved with dense patterns, constantly changed its shape, as thick starlight converged and surged within it.

— Pandora’s Box.

As the gift the gods presented to humankind, the most precious thing inside was not the power of destruction sufficient to ruin the world, but the elusive yet eternal presence of hope.

Since that great battle, the ideals of all had converged into one grand wish.

Existing in the past, present, and forever into the future.

Even as the seas dry up and mulberries turn to dust, hope never ceases.

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Approaching Olvir with leisurely steps, Luo En inquired:

“So, what exactly has the power to destroy hope?”

Olvir pondered deeply.

What could annihilate hope?

Disaster, death, time?

No, that’s not the key!

It’s that without hope, the world and life lose their reason for being, and time and fate, as points of reference, become water without a source.

To negate hope is to deny all of the mortal world.

Including himself!

Finally, whether merely a second or an entire century had passed, Olvir looked up and gazed profoundly at the figure before him:

“Was everything within your calculation?”

“Pretty much.”

“You are truly cunning.”

“I am the God of Tricks, not the War God.”

Luo En answered frankly, making no attempt to hide this fact.

If brute force could not guarantee victory, then of course one must rely on wisdom—that was his consistent style.

Now that Olvir became aware of his existence and origin, playing mind games was pointless. It was better to cultivate a persona of sincerity…

So that in the future, this master of Nordic fate would fall into an even greater trap.

At this moment, Olvir, completely unaware that he had been outwitted to the core, raised his hands in resignation:

“I lost…”

“Your concession is acknowledged.”

Luo En nodded amiably, once more making a “please go ahead” gesture.

Olvir was not annoyed either and replied with equal candor:

“Don’t worry, since the secrets of fate are decided, I will soon fall into slumber to maintain the course of Heavenly Destiny. The Norn sisters will gradually inherit my strength, guiding the Asa Divine Race, burdened with Heavenly Destiny, towards prosperity. This might well be the last time I awaken.”

“Isn’t that a loss for me?” Luo En was slightly stunned, his expression darkening.

This Nordic codger could outlive his peer, the Greek god of Chaos, because he was obviously not that straightforward.

Olvir gave a slight smile, his eyes twinkling:

“Here’s what we’ll do. As compensation, I will give you my beloved daughter, the Giant Clan’s Angelboda.”

Before Luo En could react, a wisp of gray light entered his body.

Suddenly, the surrounding world shattered with a thunderous crash. The figure of Olvir vanished without a trace, leaving behind only Luo En and a crowd of Giants, who stared at each other in dismay.