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"The deity who attacked Camelot two days ago, his corpse is here now...?" Kiara pondered for a moment, then looked up and asked.
Asher nodded gently. "If I'm not mistaken... he was probably summoned as a Servant by someone."
The ground trembled slightly. Asher suddenly looked up, and the bluish stone wall above began to collapse. A chilling wind blew from afar, sending shivers down one's spine. "Let's get out of here!" Asher called out Sleipnir and extended his hand to Kiara. He couldn't afford to hide the truth about this horse anymore. If they died here, concealing the truth would be meaningless.
As Kiara reached out, Asher grabbed her and pulled her onto the eight-legged celestial horse. Kiara's eyes widened in surprise, and she looked at the Pegasus with doubt. "What a peculiar-looking Pegasus," she murmured.
"Pretty cool, right?" Asher patted Sleipnir's head. "Let's get out of here and go to the High Seat... you should be more familiar with that place than I am, right?" The High Seat, located in the Silver Hall, was Odin's throne. From that throne, Odin could see all realms.
The eight-legged celestial horse neighed excitedly, spread its wings, and galloped upwards towards the seemingly endless sky. It easily carried Asher and Kiara through the Land of the Dead. A dazzling light instantly assailed them, but the eight-legged celestial horse showed no signs of stopping, soaring upward and flying towards the High Seat.
"How strange, so many realms and not a single guard... where did the Nordic country's army come from?" Along the way, Asher scanned his surroundings but found no one.
"Perhaps they're hiding somewhere, waiting to deliver a fatal blow?" Kiara said softly. "After all, if it's a chief god, they should be capable of that much. Ultimately, with just the two of us, it's probably impossible to defeat a chief god, right?"
"With just the two of us... it is a bit difficult, so it's still
not too late for you to leave now," Asher said.
"No, we've already come this far. How could I leave now? I want to follow you and see that chief god you call a fake Odin. Even if I can't help much, I want to see... Yes, just watching is enough," Kiara smiled sweetly. She reached out and placed her hand on Asher's face, stroking his cheek. "To be honest, I'm quite interested in that fake chief god."
Asher paused, then gave Kiara a deep glance, quickly averting his gaze.
"Then let's continue... Speaking of which, since we flew out so openly, the fake Odin probably discovered us long ago, right?" Asher looked up at a certain spot. There were no attacks during their flight. Sleipnir passed through several divine realms, galloping towards the High Seat, and finally, after more than half a day, they arrived at the Silver Hall.
"You've finally arrived," a thunderous voice echoed from afar, majestic and allowing no blasphemy. The person sat upon the High Seat, clad in golden armor and wearing an eagle helmet. However, there were no fierce wolves by his side, nor dark ravens and golden crows on his shoulders. He was alone, sitting quietly on the throne.
"You're too slow," he spoke again. Although he was looking at the two below, for some reason, Asher didn't feel his gaze lingering on himself. Could it really be Odin? Asher looked up at the man on the High Seat. His sacred and inviolable appearance truly inspired awe, like a god-king.
"Apologies, I accidentally entered Nibelungen on the way, which caused a slight delay," a gentle voice suddenly came from beside him. Asher slowly looked down. A sharp blade had pierced his abdomen, and warm blood slowly seeped out. If the blade were pulled out now, the blood would surely be unstoppable.
Looking at Asher, who slowly turned to face her, Kiara's pale golden eyes held a teasing glint. "Mr. Asher, your vigilance was correct. I think you should have been wary of me until the very end. Suddenly trusting a woman of unknown origin halfway through is a very dangerous thing, you know."
"Who exactly are you?" Asher asked hoarsely.
"I am merely an ordinary Buddhist, nothing more," Kiara withdrew her gaze from Asher, turned around, and bowed slightly to the man sitting above, observing coldly. "Respected Chief God, I have brought the person here."
"You did well. You are worthy of my trust. Now, come up. This body is inconvenient to move. I need to borrow your body to act."
"You have no objections, do you, Kiara Sesshouin?"
"Yes, I am very willing..." Kiara raised her eyes. "I am willing to offer my body to you." Under Asher's gaze, Kiara ascended the steps one by one, finally standing beside "Odin." Odin's body seemed to faintly shimmer with a dark luster. Soon, accompanied by a roar, a black dragon appeared in the Silver Hall. It finally revealed its true form, covered in dark scales that clanked like metal when they moved. Undoubtedly, this was a dragon, a true black dragon, now looking down at Asher like a monarch.
"Niohoggr," Asher said hoarsely. He finally
understood why this singularity's Artoria became the Lion King. Facing such an existence, without the Holy Lance, it would be impossible to protect Britain. This was the black dragon that gnawed at the roots of the World Tree in Norse mythology. Its evaluation in modern times varies, with some believing its power to be mediocre, while others believe that the black dragon symbolizing despair is not to be underestimated.
Regardless, Niohoggr, having gnawed on most of the World Tree and occupied the body of the deceased Odin, would definitely not be weak. This was why Odin's corpse was not found in the Land of the Dead; he eventually died on the High Seat. This place was inaccessible to anyone except him and his wife. Niohoggr must have gone to great lengths to reach this place. However, after occupying Odin's body, it found itself unable to leave the High Seat, so it needed a new body to move freely... and the first choice for this was Asher.
The Silver Hall, this was a curse set by Odin at his death. All who stepped onto the High Seat could never leave. Niohoggr did not perish in mythology, but was designed to be permanently trapped here. However, it used its abilities to create the Holy Grail, summoned gods, and instigated some deities under the guise of "Odin," claiming to revive the Age of Gods.
"You didn't expect this, did you?" Niohoggr narrowed its eyes. "I've been waiting for this moment since you appeared in this world: to occupy your Spirit Origin, seize the Holy Grail of Britain, and once I obtain the key, I will become a true chief god, bringing mythology back to this world!"
"The Age of Gods revival, huh..." Asher murmured.
"Do you know why you haven't encountered many guards on this journey?" Niohoggr asked slowly, toying with a withered branch of the World Tree in its hand. This was the key to reviving the Age of Gods. Most of the area centered around the World Tree would transform back into the land of the Age of Gods. When the shadow of the World Tree completely enveloped this land, the Age of Gods would descend again.
"A hundred thousand divine army," it continued, "a hundred thousand divine army I've deployed for years, has already set off towards Britain. Once Britain is razed, I can slowly search for the key's whereabouts and leave this accursed place!"
"Alright, keep moving, Kiara. I will use your body to leave the High Seat. Once I occupy his Spirit Origin, you will be completely free!"
"Thank you for the reward, Chief God," Kiara said respectfully again.
Then, Niohoggr spread its wings and submerged into Kiara's consciousness.
Silence completely enveloped the Silver Hall, leaving only Kiara and Asher in a silent staring contest. Suddenly, Kiara smiled at Asher. It was a sweet smile that even the gods would marvel at, causing one to be momentarily lost in thought at first glance.
"What's wrong with this woman?! What, what's wrong with this consciousness? Why can't I seize her body!" At that moment, a dragon's roar seemed to faintly echo from within Kiara's body an angry roar, like a hysterical, terrified bellow. "Let me go! Quick, let me go! What's happening?! Where is this place, where is this place?!"
"Indeed, what is happening? I don't understand either, Chief God," Kiara said softly in a very innocent tone, her beautiful smile filled with benevolence. "Are you feeling alright now?"
"Let me go! Quick, let me go from here!"
"Hmm, since you've said so, then I'll let you go, alright?"
Kiara smiled sweetly. At this moment, she finally revealed her true nature. "I will let you go, esteemed Chief God," she extended a slender finger, seductively tracing it lightly across her chest, and slowly said, "I will let your consciousness leave this place forever... forever."
"No, no! Wait! Don't do this, have you forgotten who painstakingly summoned you?! I am your Shishou, you cannot do this to me!" Struggles and roars echoed in the hall. Slowly, the roars grew softer and softer, until they finally disappeared completely.
Asher's expression remained perfectly calm from beginning to end. He held his abdomen, quietly observing the scene, watching as the black dragon, whose plot had been meticulously planned for who knows how long, completely vanished before his eyes, its efforts instantly coming to naught. The healing light of Rune magic was re-sealing his wound. He silently turned around.
"Is this your goal, Miss Kiara?"
"Just a whim. Originally, Niohoggr's task for me was to bring you here, then analyze and utilize your Spirit Origin. But I changed my mind on the way back."
"Why?"
"I brought you to the Nordic country, so until I ensure your safe departure, I will see it through... That's all," she repeated Asher's earlier words.
Asher chuckled wryly. It seemed that the Kiara standing here was indeed not a fully awakened Beast.
"Where are you going now? Aren't you going to wait until your wound is fully recovered before leaving?"
Kiara asked, looking at Asher as he continued to step out of the Silver Hall. "You're not thinking of rushing back to Britain before the hundred thousand divine army arrives, are you?"
Looking at the silent Asher, Kiara chuckled softly. "It's useless, you know. The nourishment those divine armies draw is the World Tree's mana. Even if you go back now, it'll be too late, unless you can chop down this tree... But before you chop down this tree, Britain will probably turn to dust first." "Or are you saying you think Britain's Saints Knights can withstand such a large number of mass-produced deities?"
"You can go wherever you want after this," Asher didn't answer her. He just mounted the eight-legged celestial horse and extended his hand to her. "Do you need a ride?"
Kiara took his hand. After mounting the eight-legged celestial horse, she suddenly paused, as if she had thought of something. She looked up at the young man in front of her and said faintly, "Are you perhaps thinking of stopping the hundred thousand divine army ahead of time? All by yourself?"
Asher stroked Sleipnir's head, then turned and smiled at
her. "One person is enough."
"Why... you can clearly leave this place right now, you know?" She still maintained her smile.
"Leave, go where?"
"Of course" Before Kiara could finish her sentence, Asher continued.
"Lily is still waiting for me in Britain." Her sweet smile finally vanished from her face little by little.
"And as the Queen, isn't it normal to protect one's King?"
"Although I don't particularly like the title 'Queen'."
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