20demayo Chapter 117 The Vanir Gods
Chapter 117 The Vanir Gods
The Holy Lord took a step forward and disappeared. Surtur reacted quickly, raising the Twilight Sword and sweeping it backward. The flames on the sword turned into a wall of fire in an attempt to block the attack.
But the Holy Lord did not appear beside Surtur; instead, the Holy Lord appeared above his head, the tip of the Spear of Eternity pointing directly at his head.
Surtur's pupils contracted as he saw the flames on his Twilight Sword being casually absorbed by the Holy Lord, and the flames that had never been extinguished for a thousand years now visibly dimmed.
If the fire giant loses his fire, what does he have left?
"No!" Surtur poured all the flames in his body into the Twilight Blade, and the flames on the Twilight Blade reignited, but the speed at which the Twilight Blade dimmed did not decrease.
Looking at Surtur, who was almost dried into a corpse, the Holy Lord said calmly, "You are not worthy to use fire."
As the Holy Lord absorbed the flames at an accelerated pace, Surtur's expression visibly darkened. His flames were a great tonic for the Holy Lord, and he now fully realized how ridiculous his decision to challenge the Holy Lord had been.
"Stop!" For the first time, fear appeared in Surtur's voice.
The Holy Lord did not stop, increasing the absorption of the flames on Surtur's body. The light on the Holy Lord grew brighter and brighter. In addition to the original aura of despair, the Dragon Talisman now exuded a destructive aura unique to fire giants.
"I... surrender." Surtur finally uttered those words, as if they had exhausted all his strength, and he instantly became listless.
The Holy Lord withdrew the power of the Dragon Talisman, and the Spear of Eternity was pulled from the Twilight Sword, the dark red light on its tip gradually fading.
The Holy Lord descended from above Surtur's head and stood on the Rainbow Bridge, his imposing aura pressing Surtur to the ground.
"Submit?" The Holy Lord looked down at Surtur, who was completely prostrate on the ground. "Surtur, are you sure? Didn't you say that Ragnarok was an unchangeable destiny? Didn't you want to burn Asgard?"
Surtur, lying on the ground, closed his eyes to hide the humiliation and resentment within them.
"I'm certain," Surtur said in a low voice, "I submit to you."
The Holy Lord nodded in satisfaction and turned to walk towards Asgard: "From this day forward, you and the fire giants must accept the rule of Asgard. If you harbor any disloyalty..."
The Holy Lord stopped and said coldly, "I don't mind letting you and your Twilight Sword disappear together."
The Holy Lord entered the city gate, and Wanda followed behind him.
"Master," Wanda said softly, "why don't you just eliminate Surtur? What good would it do you to keep him alive?"
The Holy Lord's lips curled up slightly: "Surtur is the executor of Ragnarok. His existence itself is an anchor point, a law anchor point connecting the fate of the Nine Realms. If I eliminate him, the laws of fate of the Nine Realms will be in chaos, and then even greater trouble will come knocking. It is not appropriate to let them appear now."
Wanda nodded thoughtfully.
The Holy Lord continued, "Surtur's fire power is no ordinary power. We cannot fully absorb it yet. This power, capable of burning laws, still needs time to be analyzed."
A few days after everything had settled down, Frigga stood in the teleportation chamber of the Rainbow Bridge, looking into Heimdall's golden eyes.
"Are you sure you want to go alone, madam?" Heimdall's voice was deep, the Bult steel sword in his hand gleaming coldly. "The situation in Vanaheim is very complicated right now, the pro-war faction is very arrogant, and it may be dangerous for you to go back alone."
Frigga shook her head, but her smile looked weary: "I am a princess of the Vanir gods, Odin's wife, and the former queen of Asgard. They won't harm me."
Heimdall paused for a moment, then nodded: "I will keep a close eye on your situation, and I will immediately inform His Majesty if anything unusual happens."
The word "Your Majesty" stirred up a complex emotion in Frigga's heart. She didn't know whether the "Your Majesty" Heimdall was referring to was Loki or the Holy Lord, but Frigga didn't want to face either of them.
Her husband was killed by her adopted son, who now sits in his place, with an even more terrifying presence behind him, and there's nothing she can do about it.
"Thank you, Heimdall." Frigga said nothing more and turned to walk into the portal.
Vanaheim is a land completely different from Asgard. There are no magnificent palaces or grand buildings, only endless green fields and small houses scattered among them.
The Vanir gods revere nature, believing that power and wisdom come from the gifts of the earth, not from war and conquest.
Frigg was born and raised here; she spent her childhood and adolescence here, and she hasn't been back for a long time.
After the portal's light faded, Frigga stood in the central square of Vanaheim. Silence surrounded her; unlike the peaceful and tranquil home Frigga remembered, this place was now filled with a repressive and hostile silence.
The square was surrounded by Vanir warriors, their gazes like knives cutting into Frigga.
Frigga took a deep breath. She knew this trip wouldn't be easy, but she hadn't expected it to be so unpopular.
"Frigga."
An aged voice came from behind the crowd, and the crowd parted to make way for an elderly man with white hair.
"Nijold," Frigg said respectfully, bowing her head.
Nyord, the High Elder of the Vanir, Frigga's uncle, and the de facto ruler of Vanirhal, harbored a negative view of Odin even during Odin's reign. Now that Odin is dead, he can finally express his views openly.
"Frigga." Njord walked up to her, looking down at her. "What are you doing back here? To act as an advocate for that usurper? Vanirhal's silence doesn't mean we've truly submitted to Asgard."
Frigga raised her head and looked directly into Njord's eyes: "Uncle, I've come to persuade you."
"Persuade us?" Njord sneered. "Persuade us for what? Persuade us to kneel at the feet of the traitor who killed Odin? Persuade us to accept an outsider to rule Vanaheim?"
Frigga's voice was calm: "Uncle, I know you have some grievances against Asgard, but the situation is different now. Loki has a being far more powerful than Odin behind him, a being that Vanaheim cannot contend with."
"More powerful?" Nyord scoffed. "More powerful than Odin? Frigga, have you been in Asgard for too long? You've forgotten what true power is. Power isn't about how strong an individual is, but about the strength and conviction of a united people!"
Njord spread his arms wide: "The Vanir have 100,000 warriors, the most elite archers, and the most powerful mages. We do not need to bow down to anyone."
The surrounding soldiers erupted in thunderous cheers.