The Greece Antagonist-Chapter 797 - 11 Difficult Dog Training_2

Chapter 797: Chapter 11 Difficult Dog Training_2 Chapter 797: Chapter 11 Difficult Dog Training_2 A squad of fully-armed Immortal Palace Guards, holding a golden scroll, swiftly stepped forward:

“Loki, Warner has sent an envoy to declare war on us, Your Majesty wants you to return to Asgard immediately and join him in the battle!”

“Understood!”

Luo En solemnly nodded as he took the scroll.

Meanwhile, Heluo, who had heard the commotion, came back around, cracking her fingers, eager to speak:

“Dad, are you going to the battlefield? Fighting those outsiders from Valhalla, right? Why not take me along? I’m super strong!”

Luo En glanced at Heluo, whose cheeks were flushed with excitement, then smiled at the Immortal Palace Guard who had delivered the message:

“You can go back first. I have some personal matters to handle and will be there shortly!”

Sensing the uneasy atmosphere, the guards promptly turned and retreated.

Once they had privacy, Luo En’s twisted smile was tinged with a hint of eeriness:

“Now, no one will disturb us.”

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Heluo sensed the tangible murderous intent, her face paled drastically, and she immediately thought of running away and begging for mercy.

But the broken pieces of the fishing rod dropped like rain, flipping her over instantly, bringing excruciating pain to her disaster-prone buttocks.

“Smack smack smack smack!”

The fishing rod, leaving afterimages, played a fast and furious melody. Whether in strength or speed, it was several times more fierce than before, making Heluo scream in pain.

Yet, Luo En was utterly unmoved, even intensifying his force a bit.

He was about to set off for war, and it was unknown how long the battle with the Warner Divine Race would last. To ensure that Heluo stayed obedient in the temple during his days on the battlefield, the best method was to beat her half to death first.

Hence, hitting is caring, scolding is loving, affection so deep, it kicks you in the gut.

Daddy, this is all for your own good!

Not sure if she felt his deep, bitter love, Heluo’s screams involuntarily grew louder.

~~

Hours later, a refreshed figure crossed the Rainbow Bridge, arriving at Asgard.

At this time, the entire Immortal Palace was filled with a tense atmosphere. Ships crafted by dwarves and inscribed with Lun Runes gathered outside the city. Large groups of fully-armed guards marched out of the city to board the warships.

“Back already?”

Odin, clad in golden armor, wearing a horned helmet, holding the Eternal Spear, galloped over, relieving his breath with great relief.

Luo En nodded, then took a tray from a guard, changed into the characteristic black battle-dress of the Immortal Palace, and joined Odin in following the last wave of Immortal Palace Guards aboard.

“Set sail!”

At Odin’s command, the bodies of the ships, with Lun Runes shimmering, lifted into the air amidst glowing patterns, entering the Rainbow Bridge that linked to Valhalla.

Passing through dense clouds and swirling mists, the fleet of the Immortal Palace successfully arrived above an expansive plain.

At that moment, Warner’s vast army had also assembled on the other side, their number and divine aura no less inferior to Asa Divine Race.

Since they were still in the primitive mythological era, both parties valued martial ethics, arranging the battlefield in advance and patiently waiting for each other to line up and prepare.

Of course, it might also be an opportunity to crush the opponent with honorable troops completely, subduing them for the upcoming integration and annexation.

On the deck, Loki, the God of Conspiracies, speculated the enemy’s intent with utmost malice while waiting for the divine war to commence.

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When the Immortal Palace’s army finished assembling and preparing for battle, Odin unhesitatingly threw his Eternal Spear.

Golden streaks crossed over the heads of Asa’s army. Lun Runes, emerging in the air, fell like raindrops into the formation, merging into the bodies of Asgarden men, providing them with divine protection and granting them nearly impervulnerable strength.

As the indigenous ruler of the Nordic God Era, Odin commanded not only the Divine Army of Asgard as his main forces, but also the Light Elves, who excelled in magic and bow and arrow, and the Dwarves, who specialized in forging and developing, as his servants.

As the war horns officially sounded, the magic and arrows of the Light Elves, the heavy artillery and giant crossbows operated by the Dwarves, and the spears and battle axes of the Asa Divine Race, fell like meteor showers onto the camps of the Warner Divine Race.

The fierce attacks instantly brought down the first batch of Warner Divine Race warriors rushing forward.

But in the blink of an eye, those Warner warriors, with arms severed, chests pierced, and skulls obliterated, stood up waveringly with a green glow, their flesh and limbs reattaching rapidly, quickly regenerating.

Odin’s unpleasant memories were also triggered, and he immediately, with a darkened face, ordered the Asa main army to move out.

One by one, the soldiers, armored to the teeth and protected by Lun Runes, charged forward like a sharp spike into the dense Warner camp.

With slashing weapons and the shooting of divine power, the surrounding Warner warriors fell like wheat under a scythe.

Though they were slightly inferior in strength, they possessed nearly immortal abilities, quickly standing up again.

The brave warriors of Asgard showed no mercy, striking down the advancing foes en masse. They soon discovered, however, that no matter how they decapitated, amputated, or disemboweled, they could not completely kill their opponents.

Even some of the Warner warriors, reduced to mere skeletons, could calmly pick up their fallen organs and eyeballs from the ground, pat off the dust, and stuff them back into their bodies.

That grotesque scene, even for the blood-accustomed Asa warriors, caused stomachs to churn, and the somewhat squeamish Light Elves at the rear turned pale, looking down and vomiting intensely.

At this point on the battlefield, one side’s Asa warriors were incredibly brave and difficult to kill; the other side’s Warner warriors were resilient, impossible to kill.

Thus, this grand Divine War gradually reached a stalemate, even acquiring an incongruous sense of comedy amidst the bloodshed.

This damn Said Witchcraft!

Odin’s face was as dark as the bottom of a pot, and he immediately raised his Eternal Spear, invoking the authority of the World Tree, trying to destroy the Life Field built by Gulveig.

However, he found the effect to be minimal.

“Was the battlefield their choice?” Luo En asked softly from the side.

Odin nodded, his face growing even darker.

At that moment, how could he not understand that the Warner Divine Race had not been idle during this time? After suffering a setback, they learned from their pain and gradually completed the erosion of Divinity throughout Valhalla.

Now, the authority of the World Tree found it hard to limit Gulveig’s Said Witchcraft in this environment.

And he, realizing too late, had fallen into the Warner trap.

“Fighting is an art; use your brain more before starting a war next time,” Luo En patted Odin’s shoulder, advising earnestly.

Compared to the battles and grand divine wars of Greece, with their mature systems that repeatedly relied on intrigue, the Nordic Divine War was still too primitive.

After all, on this land that birthed Berserkers and Viking pirates, there was always a lack of tactical and strategic foundation.

Even if Odin had drunk from the Springs of Wisdom, it was impossible for him to make a silk purse out of a sow’s ear, to elevate his command to the level of a war god.

In any case, he was still too green.

Fortunately, as one of the few wise individuals in the Nordic World, Odin had the grace to take Luo En’s reminder to heart. Raising his Eternal Spear, he locked onto a familiar aura within the Warner camp and hurled it with all his might.

Since he couldn’t break Gulveig’s Life Field formed by Said Witchcraft, he might as well take out Gulveig first, to distract her from the battlefield.

“Clang!”

However, a golden halo shot out from the Warner camp, forcefully knocking the Eternal Spear away.

Immediately, the two streams of light that missed their targets flew back to their owners.

Seeing that familiar figure holding a golden sword and bearing white swan wings on her back, hovering in mid-air, Luo En’s lips curled upwards.

Valkyrie Freya!

“Old rules?”

“One each!”

The two exchanged a look and, understanding each other, leaped up, rushing towards their respective foes on the battlefield.