To fight

"What's the matter why no one answers?"

"Something, something is happening, we can't create a connecting line"

The Underworld sought to ask for help from other mythologies, especially the Norse one who had a close bond.

However, they were busy, because a lot of things happened this month, events that changed the course of fate and the world.

- One hour before the attack on the Underworld-

For hundreds of years the mythologies tried to prosper and manage to establish a treaty of relative peace with the other pantheons so that they could protect their race.

They couldn't.

Although there were beings that could sweep away the other races without difficulty on their own, and they were the reason why their pantheon was feared.

Even if all the inhabitants were 'weak', just the fact that there is an existence that has that kind of power was not something to take for granted.

And still, they couldn't come to an agreement.

Not until a top-notch pervert, boob-loving brown-haired young man showed up.

He came out of nowhere, with nothing special, with nothing to stop him, without stopping moving forward, helping who he could.

The achievement what they could not, a peace treaty.

The reason the peace treaty was maintained was because of the.

And now for the whole is falling.

No, it wasn't because of him, it was because of them, they caused this themselves,

Even if he could see future paths and paths that helped him thrive, make the best decision and create powerful warriors in his pantheon, he could not foresee this result.

"Heimdall!"

In the confines of a dimension separated from the others, Odin the father god called the Bifröst, the rainbow bridge descends crossing the 'sky' of the dimension like paper at a speed worthy of crossing the worlds.

At the edge of the red dimension the sound of trumpets rumbling shaking the space, pillars of golden light shooting at the rainbow bridge colliding stopping and fighting to dominate the other.

Nordic magic, physical elements created from runes, enchanted weapons, thousands of thousands of attacks covered the space with infinite colors with enormous destructive power.

A golden dome acted as a shield against the attack, but in the face of such power it did not last more than a second before collapsing like shards of glass.

But that second was all it took to move forward.

The endless sea of colors turned into a breeze, crossed without stopping and rose above the attack, thousands of small particles of light in the form of a star fell like snowflakes and in an instant each one exploded with the power of a tireless nuclear attack.

The power energy of the father god gathered at the tip of his spear and the simple fact of shaking it in that state entire cities would disappear.

Acting as a firearm, the tip of the spear became the muzzle of the cannon, the gathered energy came out like a powerful bullet that would destroy half of a country in seconds.

The attack crossed the dimension in an instant to reach its target, the cold gaze devoid of any other feeling observed the attack, the impact resonated throughout the dimension, the energy contained in that attack escaped between the spaces of the fingers, the bare hand stopped the advance beyond it.

He squeezed the hand and waved it to the side, the energy was thrown with that movement exploding seconds later shaking the dimension again illuminating the 'sky' in a blue color.

The Bifröst got an even bigger boost thanks to Heimdall crushing the golden light without resistance.

Odin smiled in his heart, if he could get out of here victory was more than certain.

As soon as the rainbow descended, as an arrow transformed into a particle of light entering the Bifröst, Odin gritted his teeth, the bridge was the escape for his soldiers, not for them.

The impulse destroyed the space and entered the rainbow bridge even before touching his army, the heart felt nothing at all, sacrifices are just that, sacrifices.

"Close it up!"

The Nordic army listened to the order of their god, dumbfounded looks appeared on everyone, he was really going to abandon them, he was going to let them die in this place, it was a joke right?.

The rainbow stopped about a meter from the army heads, as if it was being played in reverse, the bridge began to return.

The army realized that he really abandoned them, so, without more, the great speech, the encouraging words, saying that before his army dies he will die first protecting his people, they were just garbage, most of them fought for him, protecting his back, they never refused an order, the great respect fell in an instant and hatred arose like a volcano, the last straw, the weapons, armor full of powerful runes began to light up, a large matrix lit up the place, runes appeared in the air at an amazing speed .

Those runes so advanced that even the wisest did not understand when they saw him, the heart that was filled with hatred a faint hope arose that is the salvation of his god, but sacrifice no matter what he feels, has no other use than to die.

The last rune no matter who it is, young or adult, they understood it clearly, the only thing it said.

/ TO EXPLODE |

The trumpets sounded shaking the space, like a light show, they all illuminated different directions.

Valkyries, warriors, heroes, all lost the will to continue, the lost gaze, resentment, hatred, everything came together to form a scream full of overlapping feelings before their end.

The light show shooting into the 'sky' to fall like a crushing hammer.

Whether the light fell first or the explosion started earlier, it didn't matter.

Death came regardless of the medium.

…

"Heimdall"

Odin hurriedly called the god to confirm the whereabouts of the intruder.

Silence answered him, Heimdall did not even look at the god, his gaze fixed on one place.

For a second that silence brought tranquility to Odin thinking that Heimdall could have diverted him from the bridge and fallen into the cold universe.

But it dissipated the next second as he looked in the same direction as he saw.

It was not necessary to say anything, Heimdall's gaze had no flaw, he was the one who saw everything, naturally in his home nothing escaped his sight.

The distance disappeared before Odin's speed and stopped in front of his great palace, palace where Heimdall was looking.

The huge doors opened wide, the heavy sound echoing in the great hall.

Guards lying on the ground on the verge of death, the guards were not weak in terms of power, they would be at the level of high class and supreme demons, but now they were treated so casually.

Sighing internally he walks towards the throne room, crushing the dying bodies of his soldiers and killing them with his footsteps.

The gurgling sound of blood stuck in the throat sounded where he was walking, and the golden spear was in charge of shutting them up.

Ignoring the fact that they could be saved, he decided what was best.

For him.

They were no longer useful, so why devote time to them.

He entered the throne room, the ornate hall full of decoration looked so gloomy and gloomy before him.

At the start of the stairs leading to the throne, Odin stopped, his powerful spear in his right hand, his gaze looking at the person who was now occupying his throne.

The cold gaze was received but there was no change, on the contrary he also sent his cold gaze to him.

An extremely polished sword with decorations as white as porcelain and edge as bright as platinum, posing on the side of the throne, the grip on it was also tightened.

The white wings showing over him, the sky overlord Michael sitting on the throne of the Norse god without hesitation waited for the god to make his move, words did not matter to him, nothing he said would change this fact.

Betrayal is paid with betrayal, and this is not only about that anymore, this goes beyond it, as soon as that spear was raised against the angels this was already war.

The clairvoyance capable of seeing possible ways to even manage its future at will, at this moment it was looking for a way to see a future to reach.

Cold sweat ran down his back, as much as I search, everything was almost the same, as soon as he raised his spear, he would die.

Decapitated, through his heart, turned into a pincushion, split in two, at best he lost only the lower half of his body.

Hard drink, he knew the stories perfectly at the time of the great war, the second of heaven, a terrifying power hidden in dazzling kindness, millions of beings eliminated by his hand, someone that only satans were capable of facing.

But there was something that was just a rumor, but I no longer believed that it was so.

God's will rests on His sword

Something simple but scary at the same time.

His gaze settled would be again, out of so much death, at last there was a way, and I would bet everything on that way.

A jump back to the doors of the hall, Odin arrived and the sigh left his lips, the magical energy contained in his body was released, the runes appeared all over the place, the energy of all Asgard converged to him.

The spear shone like a sun, lined up straight ready to attack, the ground under his feet sank creating a deep crater.

The throne exploded into pieces at Michael's impulse, the spearhead and sword collided with tremendous force destroying the palace and shaking all of Asgard violently.

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