Tensberg, Norway, 965 AD.
The north wind blew from the land of extreme coldness, freezing the land into a wasteland. No one thought that the invasion would be so unexpected. The invaders from Jordan and Heim brought war to this land without warning.
Odin received the news after the fall of Tensberg. He rushed to Bifröst and found out that the Frost Giants had already invaded Midgard. He brought the artifact passed down from the Frost Giants to the Midland, turning it into a wasteland of ice and snow. Even though Heim, who guarded Bifröst, informed him in time, he was still a step too late.
"The balance of the Nine Realms cannot be blasphemed!" Odin suddenly made up his mind. "Order the soldiers to gather. From now on, after nineteen breaths, we will set off to support Midgard!"
Because of Odin's order, the entire Asgard was in awe. The fighting spirit of the Asgardian men climbed to a peak that had never been seen in recent years. This race, which bathed in blood and fought in the day and drank and had fun at night, had unparalleled combat power.
"Lauffy's ambition has exceeded his ability. I can tolerate his provocation, but I cannot tolerate him violating the ancient agreement of the Nine Realms. This has crossed the bottom line. Too much time has passed, too long, so long that they have forgotten the nightmare of our ancestors and the oath of the Nine Realms: to respect the Promised Land and never invade it. "
Odin's scepter heavily knocked on Bifröst, and brilliant light flowed from the bridge. He glanced at Heim and said, "Our ancestors told us that Bifröst is the lifeline of Asgard. Heim, my loyal guard, I want you to stay here. The glory of victory and the fierce battle have nothing to do with you. Have you ever been disappointed? "
"Your Majesty, your order is my will!" Heim bowed.
"Very good, Heim!" Odin nodded. "Remember, be wary of the traces of the Four Horsemen. The Apocalypse is coming. The prophecy of the Twilight of the Gods is something that every generation of Bifröst guards must believe from the bottom of their hearts. Lauffy doesn't believe in this prophecy, but I still remember it clearly. The nightmare that our ancestors once kept in the Spring of Wuerde. "
Odin looked at the brilliant Rainbow Bridge under his feet and sighed. "The ancestors created the Rainbow Bridge to monitor the safety of the universe, and created many artifacts with the Nine Realms as weapons to resist the arrival of the Apocalypse. But apart from us, Asgard, the other realms have forgotten their mission and our destined enemy. "
"War, plague, famine. And death … "
"Your Majesty, our ancestors were able to repel them time and time again. We can definitely do the same." He trusted his king without a doubt. He believed in the tenacity and strength of Asgard.
Odin shook his head and sighed. "It's different, it's different! According to the prophecy, the Twilight of the Gods will arrive in our generation, and the darkness of the Nine Worlds will soon be upon us. The World Tree would eventually be enveloped by a powerful evil force. The Apocalypse is coming … I suspect that the terrifying existence behind the Apocalypse will return to this world … "
Hearing Odin's words. Heim's resolute gaze wavered. "Is … Is it the Creator?"
"Yes! The Apocalypse is his firstborn, and we are just his creations sprinkled from the soil. The naive mortals of Midgard believe that he will give them his youngest son and use blood to wash away their original sins. But we all know the shame he has branded on our bodies. His contempt for us. "
Vaguely, Odin remembered what the Apocalypse had said to the Asgard gods. "No … Don't misunderstand, I'm not targeting the gods. I'm talking about the people on the World Tree. Elves! Dwarves! Giants! Humans! … You're all monkeys. "
We used to be monkeys. But that doesn't mean we will always be … the Creator! I will use the glory of an Asgardian life to make you admit that we are the noble gods who have inherited your will.
The power of the ice was like a tide, surging and surging!
The power that rushed out of the ice magic box shrouded half of Europe in wind and snow. The place closest to the magic box was so cold that even steel turned into powder in the northern wind. Only the high-tech metal in the hands of the Asgardian warriors could withstand it. After the psionic alloy was injected with biological psionic energy, it stubbornly resisted the cold wave that was close to absolute zero.
"Laufy!" Odin roared in front of the formation. "You have betrayed the glory of your ancestors!"
Among the blue-skinned giants, a frost giant with three scars on the right side of his face pushed away his fellow giants and walked up to Odin. "Odin, you are still so arrogant. You Asgardians steal the position of gods and call yourselves gods, but I know your background. You are just a group of short monkeys who have stolen divine power! "
"As long as I drive you out of Asgard and unify the entire Nine Realms, I will be able to live high above the World Tree and become a true, complete god. I will drive you group of false gods off the altar. " Laufy raised his head and laughed, pointing at Odin. "Why can you live high in Asgard, while we are curled up in the cold Jordaheim? You know, we come from the same source …"
"Shut up!" Odin's spear shot out dazzling lightning, causing Laufy to take a few steps back.
"The Asgardians are upright, kind, and brave. Their character can be said to be great. How can you greedy frost giants come from the same source as us?" Odin raised his holy spear and glared at the frost giants. His holy and powerful aura suppressed the giants, forcing them to lower their heads.
"Odin, you thief!" Laufy was furious. The ice magic box in his hand emitted an even more powerful force, and a powerful wave of cold that froze space rushed towards the Asgardian warriors.
"Ice magic box!" Odin's expression was solemn. After all, this was an artifact created by the Nine Realms to fight against the Apocalypse. It was also related to the key plan to resist the wrath of the Creator in the future. This weapon had endless energy, and it was an ultimate weapon created during the peak of the Kingdom of Jordaheim. Even Odin had to avoid its edge.
The temperature of a substance depended on the kinetic energy of the atoms, molecules, and other particles in it. According to the Maxwell Boltzmann distribution, the higher the kinetic energy of a particle, the higher the temperature of the substance. In theory, if the kinetic energy of a particle fell to the lowest point of quantum mechanics, the substance would reach absolute zero. This was the power of the ice magic box.
Contrary to the heat death of the universe created by the fire giants, the ultimate power of the ice magic box was to release the kingdom of death hidden inside. In this space, all matter had no particle vibration at all, and its total volume was zero, an absolute state of zero entropy.
If the kingdom of death was completely released, it was enough to turn the Nine Realms into nothingness.
It was pulled into eternal darkness, a world of ice and darkness without time and temperature.
The Breath of Ice from the magic box alone had brought heavy casualties to the Asgardian warriors. In the battle of strength and power, in the collision of magic and frost, there were countless deaths and injuries. The Asgardians had extremely advanced technology and unpredictable magic, but the Frost Giants also had the Ice Magic Box and the unique technology of the Giants.
In the end, Odin exchanged one of his eyes with the Fountain of Wisdom left by the Asgardian ancestors for the power, runes, and ancient Asgardian technology that was enough to defeat Laufy.
"Gungnir!"
Odin pierced Laufy's lower abdomen with the Spear of Eternity and brought the ice magic box back to Asgard. Thus, the Nine Realms ushered in more than a century of peace, until his two children, Loki and Thor, retaliated against the frost giants for stealing the ice magic box. (To be continued …)
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