Chapter-27 Final battle begins

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Chapter-27 Final battle begins.

Svartalfheim, Dark World. Months after the purge began.

Asgard fortress. Throne hall.

"Merric, report the situation." Sitting on the throne, Borr asked Merric, kneeling below the throne.

"Responding to the king, the purge is almost complete. Only one city is missing, the main city of the dark elves, Nauthiz. The inhabitants of the city still resist strongly." Merric spoke in a completely cold voice. He spoke in such a simple voice, that anyone would think he was saying something trivial, not about an almost extinction of an entire race.

"Order the death squad to return, the most important thing than killing dark elves." Borr spoke with a bored expression.

Borr wanted to fight, but Malekith does not leave the dark elf Keep. He was already getting impatient with so much waiting.

Kings can only fight against kings, this is a rule among the kings of the nine worlds. This rule prevents a king god from fighting normal warriors.

"My king ..." listening to Borr's orders, Merric frowned and when he was about to speak, Borr interrupted and spoke with a serious expression.

"I know your concerns, Merric. Hate that the dark elves are feeling, may be a threat to Asgard, but I have some plans. These dark elves will be a great help in this plan, so you need not worry." Seeing Merric's cold eyes, Borr smiled weakly and said with a serious expression.

"You can withdraw, Merric." Not caring about Merric anymore, Borr closed his eyes and spoke frankly.

"But!" Merric still insisted, leaving the remnants of the dark elves alive was foolish.

"Are you questioning my orders, Merric?" Borr's eyes fell on Merric with a cold look. He didn't look like he was looking at his own son.

"You can withdraw, don't make me repeat it a third time." Borr spoke, closing his eyes.

"Yes, my king!" Merric tapped his chest and left the throne room without hesitation.

…

Entering the room, Merric found Freyja reading a large book. Her serious and focused expression made Merric very happy. His cold, indifferent feeling melted like ice in the hot sun.

He came up behind her and hugged her. Kissing Freyja on the shoulder, Merric asked with a warm smile: "How is the day of the most beautiful star in this universe?"

"Reading a book on magic, the variables of the multiverse in reaction to magic." Freyja looked back and said with an elegant smile.

"Just by the title, I know that I will not understand anything." Merric said showing a helpless smile, he wanted a subject to talk to Freyja, but that was not possible. Freyja studies magic linked to the truth of the universe.

Although Merric read many books, but it was about other subjects, nothing involving magic or runes.

"How's the war going?" Knowing Merric's feelings, Freyja closed the book and changed the subject.

"Near the final battle, the convergence of the worlds is getting closer and closer. It will probably occur in two weeks at the most. Five days at the least." Merric spoke as he laid his head on Freyja's lap.

"How's the purge going?" Caressing Merric's white hair, Freyja asked as she looked at him fondly.

"Almost finished, but my dad doesn't want to continue, he says he has plans for these survivors." Thinking of Borr's words, Merric frowned and said with discontent.

"Hummm…" Freyja was thoughtful for Merric's words. She felt that Borr was hiding something, but Freyja couldn't confirm it.

"Today I went to the battlefield." Taking Merric out of his thoughts, Freyja spoke with a calm smile.

Seeing Merric's confused eyes, Freyja explained with a brilliant look. "I was bored in this fortress and decided to go to the battlefield, Odin helped me by giving me the command of a squad of female warriors. I named the squad as Valkiryas."

Merric could see the happiness in those green eyes of hers, he sighed with concern and said: "Just be careful, I don't like to see you hurt."

"I who hurt others." Freyja responded with a confident smile as he showed his thin but firm arm.

"Yes, my wife is Asgard's fiercest goddess of war. Her enemies tremble at the sound of her noble name." Merric spoke with an exaggerated expression. There was an amused smile on his face.

"I think you are talking about yourself, on the battlefield, the dark elves shudder to hear your name." Freyja rolled his eyes at Merric's exaggerated words and said with a proud face.

"You look more proud than me." Merric said seeing Freyja's pride.

"Of course! You are my husband, your glory is also mine." Freyja said as he smiled brightly.

"By the way ..." Merric did not finish speaking and looked at Freyja's stomach expectantly.

"I'm not yet pregnant." Noticing Merric's look, Freyja spoke with a little sadness. She stroked her belly with a look full of anticipation and anticipation.

Although disappointed, Merric still kissed Freyja's lips to show her that everything was fine.

"You forget that I can feel what you feel." Freyja whispered as he hugged Merric tightly.

Conceiving a child was Freyja's idea, but Merric did not refuse. He lived two lives, in the first he was in his early twenties, so he never wanted to have a child, but in this universe where he can die at any time, he didn't care about mere numbers.

He has an almost infinite life, no matter how old he is, it's just numbers in his long life. So, he decided to create a family with Freyja.

"Don't worry, we just have to keep trying." Merric spoke as he took off Freyja's dress, soon a naked body was exposed for him to see.

"You were better at taking off my clothes." Lying between the sheets, Freyja looked at Merric with a provocative smile.

Merric did not answer Freyja and took off his armor, showing a defined and aerodynamic body.

Seeing Merric's body, Freyja gave him a look of desire and smiled sensuously.

The two said nothing and just kissed with great passion.

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The next day. On the battlefield.

Odin smiled seeing the eight portals over Svartalfheim. He looked at the hundreds of thousands of Asgardines in formation with an excited look.

Odin raised Gungnir and shouted loudly! "The final war is at hand! Are you ready to bathe in the blood of our enemies !! ARE YOU READY TO TRIUMPH !?"

"YES, YOUR MAJESTY!"

United, everyone hit their guns on the ground and shouted as loudly as possible. The cry of hundreds of thousands of Asgardinos, made the clouds disperse and the sky was clear of clouds.

In the sky, a chariot pulled by four white winged horses caught everyone's attention, including Odin's.

Seeing Borr, wearing golden armor and a black cloak on the coast. Odin hit Gungnir on the floor and shouted loudly.

"We salute the king of Asgard, Borr, the victorious!"

The Asgardian warriors did the same and shouted loudly.

"We salute the king of Asgard, Borr, the victorious!"

"We salute the king of Asgard, Borr, the victorious!"

"We salute the king of Asgard, Borr, the victorious!"

Seeing the endless sea of ​​Asgardinos covering the vast lands of Svartalfheim, Borr smiled weakly. He unsheathed his sword and brandished it skyward.

Instantly, the dark sky at Svartalfheim changed color.

The sky turned golden.

Seeing Borr's display of power, the Asgardians felt their blood boil with excitement.

This was Borr Burison, their king.