The Greece Antagonist-Chapter 822 - 21 The Misraised Death Goddess

Chapter 822: Chapter 21 The Misraised Death Goddess Chapter 822: Chapter 21 The Misraised Death Goddess Nordic World.

The conflict between the Asa Divine Race and the Warner Divine Race had been ongoing for a long time, showing no signs of abating.

On one hand, the Asa Divine Race was unable to counter the Said Witchcraft of the Warner Divine Race; even with their abundant martial honor, they couldn’t cope with the nearly Immortal Warner warriors;

on the other hand, although the Warner Divine Race possessed almost BUG-like Life Authority, being outsiders, they had not been fully accepted by the will of the Nordic World. After many years of effort, the Warner Clan had only managed to establish a foundation of Said Witchcraft in a corner of Valhalla. Once they left this home ground, the effectiveness of the Said Witchcraft would be significantly weakened, and the Warner Divine Race dared not venture lightly into other realms, for fear of being caught by Odin and the Asa Divine Race and defeated one by one.

Therefore, neither side, with their own Weaknesses, could get the better of the other, leading to a protracted tug-of-war on the borderlands between Asgard and Valhalla.

As leaders of both sides, Freya and Odin persevered with difficulty.

One was waiting for the opponent to reveal an opening, as the people of Asgard struggled to sustain the enormous cost of war; the other awaited Asa’s “Sword of Death” to be tempered, ready to be unsheathed for a trial of its edge.

Time flew by, and several years passed in a flash.

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Midgard World, Heather Island.

A petite figure passed through the misty groves and arrived at a spacious clearing.

She was a young girl, not very tall, about one and a half meters in height.

Her unruly brown-black hair hung loosely over her shoulders, half-hiding her youthful face, creating an air of mystery and majesty that belied her age; although her features were delicate, her almost pathologically pale skin divorced her from cuteness, leaning more toward darkness and gloom.

Her eyes, black as the Abyss, surveyed the surroundings of the clearing, like a lone wolf roaming at night inspecting its hunting ground.

The invisible chill emanating from her small frame made snakes, insects, and other creatures tremble as though in the presence of a natural enemy; the world around her seemed to die, falling silent.

But when she saw the figure that had been waiting in the center of the clearing, the coldness on the girl rapidly faded, and her pale face brightened with a genuine smile:

“Teacher!”

Luo En looked at the small figure approaching him, his eyes filled with tenderness.

Hela, Odin’s eldest daughter, the Future Death Goddess.

She was also the student he had personally mentored.

Due to the long-lasting Divine War between the Warner Divine Race and the Asa Divine Race, Odin had been too occupied to fulfill his duties as a father.

Furthermore, in order to keep it a secret, allowing Hela, this sharp blade, to achieve an unexpected effect.

Therefore, after her birth, Odin had sent her to the Midgard World, entrusted her upbringing and education to Luo En, his blood-brother.

In some sense, he was not only Hela’s teacher but also half a father to her.

With his extensive experience in child-rearing and a demeanor more personable, affable to a fault, he had performed these tasks very well.

One could see the difference in the way Hela treated outsiders compared to him.

Feeling quite pleased inside, Luo En asked with a smile,

“Are you ready?”

“Yeah, I’ll definitely win this time!”

Hela promised resolutely, her little face serious.

Luo En, seeing this, couldn’t help but laugh softly.

Hela’s talent was indeed astonishing, and her competitive nature had led to rapid progress. But she was still young, far from being able to defeat the main examiner.

“It’s just a learning assessment, just give it your all. There’s no need to put too much pressure on yourself.”

Luo En reassured her gently, while gesturing for her to come forward.

Hela nodded noncommittally, gazing towards the figure emerging from the mist, her eyes suddenly sharp and intense.

She could lose, but not to this woman!

Sensing those hostile eyes and the increasingly rapid breathing, Freya’s face revealed a teasing smile,

“We meet again, little Hela. This time, try to last a bit longer—don’t just lie down before I’ve even warmed up.”

“Hmph, it’s not certain who’ll be the one lying down!”

Hela retorted coldly, pulling two daggers from the Magic Circle Diagram and leaping onto the platform, ready to challenge Freya with an imposing aura.

However, the Valkyrie below did not rush to engage in combat but instead turned to Luo En with a smile, saying,

“Playing your student’s practice opponent, with nothing at stake? I’m not interested.”

“What gratuity do you want?”

Luo En shot Freya an annoyed look for her extortion but did not outright reject her request.

As Odin’s secret weapon forged for the Asa Divine Race, Hela was bound to enter the battlefield and clash with the Warner Divine Race.

And Freya, as a Valkyrie of the Warner Clan, was undoubtedly the best practice opponent.

To ensure Freya would serve as a good whetstone for Hela, Luo En did not mind giving the woman a little incentive in compensation.

Freya’s eyes sparkled, and she said with a smile,

“If I win, you’ll cook tonight, and we’ll have dinner together, then stroll along the beach, okay?”

“Okay.”

Luo En agreed to her reasonable request, completely unaware that Hela’s expression had darkened considerably.

This damned she-cat! Always in heat, clustering around the teacher—I’ll slaughter you one day!

Hela gnashed silver teeth in her heart, her look at Freya growing ever more hostile.

Not knowing whether it was intentional or not,

whenever she wanted to be alone with the teacher, this woman always managed to interfere, deliberately flaunting her closeness to the teacher in front of her, igniting a burning itch in her gums and an urge to tear the woman apart and throw her into a filthy ditch.

And as she felt the wave of malice and the increasingly hurried breaths from the other side, Freya’s smile became even more radiant.

As far as she knew, this was a girl with a cold and proud exterior but a heart craving for love.

Therefore, she dearly craved the attention of a certain individual and harbored subtle and complex feelings for that person.

Coupled with her defiant nature and the martial lineage of the Asa Divine Race, she naturally developed a strong sense of territoriality, instinctively repelling others from approaching her teacher, usurping her place, and stealing her attention.

But the more Hela did so, the more Freya wanted to dance wildly in the minefield.

Because when it came to messing with people’s minds, she had learned from some jerk on the scene.

In that Divine War from years ago, it was precisely because of this that she had been utterly defeated and reduced to such a state.

Although she couldn’t beat the greater ones, couldn’t she still take the opportunity to bully the lesser ones?

Little girl, your teacher owes me, so you, his student, will pay back first.

Freya sneered inwardly, not forgetting to throw a sultry look at Luo En standing nearby before she stepped onto the stage.

Seeing this, Hela’s face turned an iron blue with anger, and she immediately picked up the two daggers in her hand, launching the attack first.

Freya shook her head and scoffed at the opponent’s sword moves that were distorted by rage.

Still too young…

But just as this Warner Valkyrie leisurely drew her Sword of Victory, a flash of murderous intent sparkled in Hela’s eyes, and her body suddenly accelerated. The two icy daggers slashed toward the opponent’s wrist and chest.

The force, timing, and angle were all perfect.

She can get angry but doesn’t let it affect her judgement?

She learned her lesson quickly after being tricked last time… impressive.

Admiring Hela’s talent for combat, Freya stepped forward smoothly, narrowly avoiding the blade aimed at her chest.

Her wrist flicked concurrently, and the Sword of Victory was unsheathed, golden blade cutting into the weakest point of force on Hela’s black daggers.

Clang clang clang!

With the piercing sound of gold striking iron, Hela’s small frame stumbled back three steps before she managed to stop her retreat.

Freya swayed only slightly:

“Can you keep up, little Hela?”

Hearing her opponent’s mockery, Hela shook her sore wrist, feeling somewhat indignant.

Under her teacher’s careful instruction, in terms of swordsmanship, she might not lose.

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But the opponent had lived longer, possessed greater Divine Power; forceful confrontation was clearly disadvantageous to her.

Then go for a fast-paced offensive!

Such an obvious intention could not be concealed from the experienced Valkyrie Freya, who parried casually with her sword, repeatedly blocking the incoming dagger thrusts.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

The figures of both, large and small, intertwined, the sounds of clashing metals growing heavier until the mist around the square dissipated, and the dry leaves fell rustling.

Gradually, the relaxed Freya’s expression became solemn.

Because she realized Hela’s growth was far beyond her expectations – moves that had overwhelmed just a few days ago were no longer effective.

Even when she changed techniques, Hela adapted quickly, finding and exploiting weaknesses for her counterattacks.

For a while, the battle was evenly matched.

Having stabilized the situation, Hela sneered in mockery:

“Can you keep up, Warner?”

That identical phrasing fully revealed the death goddess’ strong vengeful spirit.

“You’re gloating too soon, kid!” Freya raised her eyebrow and scoffed.

A small round shield, engraved with patterns, appeared in her other hand, complementing the Sword of Victory in offense and defense.

Simultaneously, the Swan Feather Weave materialized over her body, greatly enhancing her mobility and reflexes.

But as Freya revealed the full form of a Valkyrie, Hela, who had been fighting evenly, was completely overpowered. She was pushed back repeatedly and soon cornered at the edge of the arena.

Seeing she was about to be forced off the stage, Hela, in desperation, yanked off the outer garment she was wearing and flung it forward.

Amidst a tearing sound, the garment was shredded by the blade into fluttering strips of cloth.

My favorite dress, made by my teacher!

Hela gritted her teeth with heartache while seizing the opportunity to launch a counterattack at Freya.

Two daggers, enshrouded in dark energy, radiated chilling glints, striking like venomous snakes, jabbing and slashing toward Freya’s vital points like the throat, eyes, abdomen, and knees.

Swish!

Freya’s Sword of Victory horizontally intercepted, aiming to cut off Hela’s assault.

Hela’s gaze was icy as she dodged to the side while still thrusting her swords.

Thud!

The golden blade pierced through skin and flesh into the left shoulder, creating a vicious wound from which divine blood, red and gold, spurted out.

But a dark gray aura of death had already cloaked Hela’s left side, numbing all pain. Without hesitation, her swords slashed forward like two black lightning bolts, aiming for Freya’s chest.

However, this carefully prepared strike was blocked by Freya’s raised round shield.

Hela, unwilling to give up, raised her daggers again.

Freya instinctively parried with the Sword of Victory in her other hand.

“Crack!”

With a crisp sound, Hela’s black daggers, already notched from the intense battle, broke upon impact, and the golden Sword of Victory continued its path unabated towards Hela’s head.

Just as the future Death Goddess seemed destined to be spilled in blood right there, a hand reached out from the side, firmly catching the blade of the Sword of Victory.

Drops of divine blood dripped down the fingers, splashing onto Hela’s pale face.

Looking up at the bloody palm above her, the little girl’s eyes filled with guilt and self-reproach:

“Teacher…”

“It’s alright.”

Luo En smiled and patted the dispirited little head, his gentle expression like a beam of sunlight piercing through the clouds.