The Scarred Nebula, the planet of Inferno.
For the natives living on this planet, the land under their feet and the sky above their heads had extraordinary significance. Myths and legends about heaven and earth had a long history, and these myths and legends were closely linked to reality. No other mortal race in the world had the same experience as them. The land under their feet was essentially the corpse of a planet-sized super creature, and the sky above their heads was once covered by the branches and leaves of this super creature. They had personally lived in the lower crust, and then witnessed the upper crust being peeled off and opened by powerful mining starships, and the strange starry sky presented to these natives.
Then there was the Yggdrasil dimensional chain that connected the planetary system to this planet, and the nebula vortex that shone in the night sky, which was said to lead to another universe.
These great changes, which could not be experienced even once in millions of years, had happened in just a few years. This would definitely deeply and permanently affect the culture and religion of the indigenous people on Purgatory. In fact, the influence in this aspect had already been revealed. Regarding the changes in the world and the group of alien continents that appeared in the sky, the elders and wise men of each tribe had successively given explanations that were convincing and reassuring to their tribesmen. These explanations would undoubtedly become a part of the myths and legends many years later.
A living, living myth in front of people.
Gezer, a tribal warrior who had been tempered by countless trials and tribulations, could not help but feel elated at the thought that he was one of the people who had personally experienced these myths, and might even leave his name in these epics.
He could not help but think of his wife who had just married him a year ago, and his unborn child. In this era of great changes, as a tribal warrior who had personally experienced the miracle of "walking with the gods," could he continue his glory to his children?
Distracting thoughts emerged in his mind. The next second, he was hit head-on by a ball of golden light and was sent flying. For a moment, the world was spinning.
After leaving a long trail on the ground, Gezer finally stopped. He struggled to get up and saw the golden armor not far away clanking in front of him. The armor was gorgeous and elegant, like the armor of the gods in the legends. But there was nothing inside the armor, only light flowed like water between the various parts of the armor. In his right hand was a longsword wrapped in flames, and his left hand was reaching for Gezer.
"Thank you …" Gezer held the gauntlet shyly. After being pulled up, he looked around. The huge arena was divided into independent areas, and in each area, there was a warrior and the 'einherjars' training with the warriors. He was not the first to fall. At least half of the tribal warriors were leaving the platform dejectedly. But to his dismay, he was not the last one. There were still more than a dozen tribal warriors on the platforms fighting the einherjars.
"You have lost your focus." An ethereal voice came from the golden armor, drawing Gezer's attention away from the other platforms. "Otherwise, you could have held on longer. You are one of the best warriors here."
"I will remember this lesson." Gezer said with his head bowed respectfully, as if he was facing his martial arts instructor years ago.
As a tribal warrior revered by his people, Gezer rarely had to be so respectful to others. But before these einherjars, he was quite happy. These einherjars from the Aurora Realm were all powerful warriors. They had souls that had gone through endless training and extraordinary combat skills. It was said that each of them had won at least a hundred battles in their lifetime, and such warriors were worthy of respect no matter what.
More importantly, these warriors from the floating continents in the sky had also brought a variety of useful machines to the surface world. Their life form that was between the living and the dead had helped the ancestral spirits in Requiem complete the soul solidification ritual, and they had also brought a lot of knowledge and technology related to soul conversion.
Though the people on the surface had to exchange food and meat for these things, the elders of the tribe often said that knowledge was the most valuable wealth. That was why Gezer had a special level of respect for these foreign warriors known as the 'Valiant Spirits'.
Food could grow from the ground every year, but knowledge was different.
On the edge of the arena, on a high boulder platform, Bonia quietly watched the daily matches that were taking place below. Two years had passed. This once immature Saintess of the Fire tribe had already lost some of her childishness. Although there were still some areas where she was immature, she was already someone who could take charge of an area by herself. It was also because of this that she was able to stand on this training field where the elite warriors of the various tribes were gathered as a representative of the tribal alliance. Together with the Valkyrie from the Aurora world, she was able to inspect those most outstanding warriors.
Bonia temporarily shifted her gaze away from the arena and looked towards the distant horizon. There was a dark green pillar that looked like a tower that reached to the heavens. It was as majestic as the Heaven's Pillar, and at the base of the dark green pillar, there were some newly built settlements. At the top of the pillar, there was a spread of shadows that looked like vines. Those shadows grew between the clouds and the illusion of the stars, connecting the continents floating in the sky. From time to time, bright light spots could be seen flashing between the continents. Those were the machines left behind by the 'oracles' to maintain the operation of the Aurora Realm.
"Yggdrasil has completely stabilized." Noticing Bonia's gaze, the tall woman standing beside her said. The latter had a melodious voice, but it had a strange inorganic feel, just like the 'thinking machines' left behind by the oracles. "Has the Sky Tower been shaking recently?"
Bonia glanced at the foreign woman known as the 'Goddess of War.' She knew that the other party had another name, 'Valkyrie.' But whether it was the Goddess of War or Valkyrie, it did not seem to be the other party's real name. It was weird, but people from the Aurora Realm seemed to be a little weird.
The Goddess of War's faint shimmer and her imposing temperament stunned the young saintess for a moment. But Bonia quickly reacted and shook her head. "The Sky Tower has been very peaceful recently. The Twin Goddesses of Black and White said that the 'tentacle' has successfully taken root. There will not be any changes in the future unless there is an accident or situation that requires it. Recently, the elders of the tribal alliance are discussing about opening up the civilian caravans and allowing the civilians to climb the Tower of Heaven by themselves. As more and more of you appear on the land, there are many people in the tribe who are interested in the Aurora World. "
"It's Yggdrasil," the Goddess of War corrected her seriously.
"But this pronunciation is too difficult for us." Bonia stuck out her tongue. If the elders saw this immature action, they would definitely chide her for a long time. "On the surface, the name Aurora Realm is more common. After all, you are always shrouded in an aurora."
"That's true. After all, we also use the floating kingdom to call your 'surface world'." The Goddess of War nodded. "To us, you are the ones floating in the sky."
Bonia sighed softly. "The power of the gods … is really amazing."
The Goddess of War did not say anything. Even though there was a 'god' in her name, and her former master Odin was also considered one of the gods, the Goddess of War now knew that the real gods were greater and more unimaginable creatures. If she had to say, only the giant nebula vortex in the night sky (the gateway to the Plane of Dreams) could be considered a little manifestation of the power of the gods. And such a distant thing was difficult to explain to Bonia. In fact, even she could not understand these things, so she simply chose not to answer.
Bonia seemed to be used to the Goddess of War's silence. She changed the topic without any awkwardness. "By the way, the food you want this month is thirty percent less than before. What happened?"
The Goddess of War nodded gently. "The natural environment of the Midgard continent is improving rapidly. The land that humans have cultivated has officially started to produce food. In the future, the food we need will only get less and less."
Bonia could not help but frown as she pondered. "If you don't want food anymore, then what are we going to trade?"
The Goddess of War glanced at Bonia with a slight smile on her face. While the young saintess was talented in runic magic and was quite good in the knowledge of ancient civilizations, she was obviously not mature in other areas. "As long as Yggdrasil and your world are still developing, trade will only increase. There will always be new products that one side is rich in but the other side is short of. You don't have to worry about this. Leave it to the elders who specialize in this matter."
"Well, let the grandpas in Requiem worry about it," Bonia said, shaking her head. Bonia said, shaking her head as she looked at the training field below. The tribal warriors had all retreated, and it was time for the young warriors recommended by the various tribes who had the potential to become 'warriors' to take their place. The heroic spirits from the Aurora Realm began to train with the young warriors in a teaching manner, and the intensity of their battle instantly dropped by several levels. But the latter were still beaten to a sorry state, while the tribal warriors who were also beaten to the ground stood at the edge of the training field, gloating as they watched their juniors being drilled.
"The einherjars are really powerful …" Bonia could not help but sigh. "They don't need to rest at all … Even our most powerful warriors can't beat them."
"It's very difficult to become an Einherjar. Every Einherjar was a warrior who had won a hundred battles in their lifetime. We have collected the souls of thousands of years in the cruelest battlefield to form the Einherjar Legion," the Valkyrie said flatly. "So the strength of these einherjars is inevitable. There's no need to be envious. If you can also gather all the best warriors over thousands of years, and have more powerful weapons and equipment, then they will not be any weaker than the Einherjars."
Bonia was curious. "You gather the most powerful warriors like this, and constantly strengthen their training. What kind of enemy are you trying to fight?"
"It used to be to face the Twilight of the Gods," the Valkyrie said quietly. "But now … it's for our new master, to destroy the enemy before our new master."
The tall and elegant Valkyrie in silver armor said as she looked up at the distant sky, looking at the direction of the nebula vortex that led to the Plane of Dreams.
In her field of vision, which was filled with all kinds of aiming rulers, auxiliary lines, and information windows, a striking text suddenly appeared:
"The Lords of the Nine Worlds have issued an edict: The Einherjar Legion is to immediately prepare, gather at the Golden Palace of Asgard in forty-eight hours, and prepare to board.
Einherjars, the war is about to begin. "
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