"Everything is ready, it's about to begin."

Behind the main hall of the Golden Palace, in the sleep of God, the God King Odin, who was in a deep sleep, heard the voice of Merlin.

He did not react to it.

A sleeping person should not react excessively.

He just lay on his stone platform, allowing his violent divine power to be smoothed bit by bit, and the queen Friga sat next to the stone platform.

Odin's wife has a basin of water on her hand and is wiping her husband's body.

This scene is quite warm.

But outside the Golden Palace, the scene is not so warm.

There are only a few cities in this small city, and now, the largest of them, the entire city surrounding the Golden Palace has been armed.

The legion in golden armor took over the city. The brave soldiers lined up outside the city, and the generals withdrawn from various worlds commanded their legions and guarded their positions.

For example, the shape of a medieval sailboat can be used to soar in the sky with the blessing of magic, and parade the sky of Asgard.

From the Golden Palace to the Rainbow Bridge, from the city to the skyline of the mountains.

Just like a flying migratory bird, it spreads the cold breath throughout this world.

All the legions in Asgard were mobilized.

Even the militia were sent to the battlefield.

Today, they will welcome invaders from other worlds in their own sacred land.

They cannot retreat or fail.

Outside the Divine Realm Lord Continent, on the endless sea that flows to the edge of the world, civilians have been migrated to several large islands.

And those foreigners who evacuated from all worlds and came to Asgard to take refuge.

The elves of Yalfheim, the dwarfs of Wat Alheim, some fleeing trolls, some peace giants who are unwilling to join the war, and all the thousands of other races.

The number is quite considerable, about millions of people.

The Asgardians had strong power and long lifespans, just like God's people, but in terms of quantity, they were far behind the earth.

This is probably a common problem for all immortal species.

The end of the Rainbow Bridge extending from the city of the main continent to the outsea, outside the Rainbow Bridge control hub like a small palace, is also a staggering number of legions guarding it.

This is the most important transportation hub in the Asgard divine realm and a military channel that must be controlled.

Once the invaders control the place, they can use the Rainbow Bridge at will and put the destroyers scattered in other worlds into the divine realm.

As long as the Rainbow Bridge is in the hands of the Asgardians, those garrison troops that are currently scattered in other worlds can join the battlefield at any time.

This is the advantage of the Asgardians.

For them, space barriers are not that important, which is probably why the Divine Realm people did not withdraw all legions as soon as possible.

At critical moments, those legions scattered in various worlds can become the last reserve team of the Asgardians.

Because of this importance, this place has been guarded by Asgard's most warlike, reliable and loyal general Heimdal for thousands of years.

At this moment when the war will begin at any time, Heimdal also sticks to his position as before.

No one knew what posture the first wave of the invaders' offensive would appear, and everyone was waiting.

Deep in the Golden Palace, in the treasure house of the God King Odin.

Projected in the shadow of the ground as the brazier of Eternal Fire burned, Maharaja Merlin, wearing a black robe, stepped into it without alarming anyone, and hovered over the dark ground like a ghost.

A chain-bound book of ravens hung around his waist, which looked quite like a spellcaster should have.

Gentle, calm, rational and transcendent.

He said to the rust-covered giant skull that was placed in front of him on the exhibition stand:

"I'm here to fulfill the agreement."

No one responded.

In the dead silence, there was only the bursting sound of the brazier burning.

He grabbed the heavy iron skull and hovered it over the eternal fire. He could feel the soul in this skull roaring, longing for the burning of the flame.

There is a mysterious connection between the two.

"I'll remind you..."

The Lord said softly:

"We also have an agreement, maybe you think breach of contract is not a serious matter."

"But Sirtel, since I dare to release you, I am absolutely sure that at any time you can prevent you from realizing your lifelong desire."

"You only have the last step to it...and not to mention, I don't want much."

The rusty skull was beating in the hands of the Maharaja, buzzing like some kind of urging, some kind of irresistible desire.

It's like the most sincere response.

"Then I'll think you agreed."

A smile flashed across Merlin's mouth, and the next moment, his fingers loosened.

The iron skull bound in his hand hit the brazier of Eternal Fire, and the burning flame suddenly burst out at this moment, as if a pot of oil was poured into the bonfire.

"boom"

It begins to emit heat like the sun.

The flames, the flames were leaping more and more wantonly, outlining various strange shapes in the air, roaring beasts, sun, moon and stars.

The iron skull melted in the burning fire, and the bad rust was stripped away bit by bit, and in the black eye sockets of the skull, there was a stream of light shining.

"roar!"

The raven took a step back and blended into the deeper and more twisted shadows under the flames, and at the moment he disappeared, a low roar burst out from the brazier.

destroy!

destroy!

The rolling flame storm expanded to the point where it swallowed most of the Golden Palace in one second. It burned up from the depths of the palace, and all the substances that blocked it were swallowed up and threw it into the hell chewed by the wild beasts of flames.

On the Rainbow Bridge, Heimdal, who was resting with his eyes closed, suddenly turned around.

In his sight of everything, a door of flame opened in the sky above the Golden Palace, and the burning pillar of fire opened to both sides, like a slowly opened eye.

In the huge flame pupils, the rolling flames were attracted by some force and floated inward, and a figure like a mountain walked out of the flame pupils.

Even the sky and clouds were ignited.

The giant dragged a black, burning giant sword.

The moment it took its steps and stepped into the real world, the entire Golden Palace was engulfed by the flames.

The temperature of the entire divine realm increased rapidly at this moment. In the flame tornado formed by the flaming flames, a hot smile appeared on the blurred face of the King of Flame Sirtel, who was extremely satisfied with his appearance.

It waved the black sword in its hand, and in a casual slash, one tenth of the city was swallowed by the flames.

The appearance of the King of Fire from the most core area of ​​Asgard made the Asgardians who were ready to face all challenges stunned.

The invaders did not come from the outside world!

The invaders are behind them!

The front lines outside the city were almost in a flash.

And in that satisfying chaos, Surtel's low voice also rang like a yellow bell, as if it was telling the arrival of destruction of this world.

"Asgard, Ragnarok..."

"The flames are raging, and everything is dead!"

"I am coming!"

Surtel laughed wildly and took a step forward, and the flames that burned all things erupted from behind it, just like all the hills of Asgard turned into gushing volcanoes at this moment.

Heimdal's eyes were a little dull at this moment.

The sleeping Odin is still there! The queen is still there...

"No!"

The warlike general pulled out the sword behind him and was about to lead the army to the city, but the next moment, his eyes under Heimdal's helmet turned to the sky on the other side.

There, above the clouds of that world, a black fleet was emerging from the subconscious shadow.

Those warships have strange appearances.

Just like a giant long sword hovering over the sky, made of black, solid metal, millions of tons of steel cut open the clouds and landed slowly under the action of a red thruster ignited in the middle of the battleship.

It was like a hill suspended in the sky, and sharp blade-shaped plundering ships flew out quickly from both sides of the warship, fighting with Asgard's sky-track fighter formation.

Various columns of light shone in the air, colliding, explosion, fire, and noisy sounds of war instantly spread throughout the sky of the entire divine realm.
To be continued...