Sixth Sequence, Asura Hell Battlefield, Persia.
"O sky, sky veiled by my shifting scales. O earth, earth devoured by my ravenous jaws. O giant serpent that can choke even the lamentations of heaven and earth. [Demon, who blocks all of heaven and earth]."
The Asura King Vritra swept his spear sideways, raising Ether tides that formed giant serpents capable of swallowing heaven and devouring earth. They swallowed thousands of angels into their bellies, clearing the sky in an instant.
"Iron Fist Divine Judgment!"
"Elemental Eye!"
"Five Stones!"
At that moment, Martha, the Queen of Sheba, and King David led the Jewish tribes into formation.
"May your soul suffer as if peeled apart like a pomegranate. Your heart is mine! [Zabaniya]!"
"We are many, yet we are one. We are one, yet we are many. A swarm of shadows with a hundred faces and endless forms. [Zabaniya: Delusional Illusion]!"
"So hot, as if melting. It burns the body and mind of the afflicted to ash. [Delusional Poison Body]!"
Immediately after, shadowy figures like smoke and mist swept out from the army under the command of Cursed Arm, Hundred Faces, Serenity, and the other Hassans, launching assassinations against the mid- and high-ranking angels.
Naturally, the Assassin Order would not miss such a feast.
"Tale of the Hero!"
"Arrows formed! Holy Pyra imbued!"
Not only that, Scheherazade, Arash, and their subordinate mystics, Meteor Legion, and Undead Army all took the field, seizing favorable positions and launching a surrounding assault.
"Fight to your heart's content! Kill as much as you like! My little ones, enjoy this feast of blood and fire, this carnival of the apocalypse!"
The alluring blonde goddess giggled madly, her eyes gleaming with a crazed blood-red light.
Across the ruined earth, thick crimson mist rose and spread. As it twisted, hideous, savage-faced men and beautiful, bewitching women emerged from the heavy blood fog as if they had scented blood, answering the king's summons and greedily breathing in that tempting fragrance.
The Asura host. The men were ugly, the women beautiful, and all were fierce, warlike beings born for battle.
The land of Persia, soaked again and again in blood, had long since become fertile ground of bones and wails, a battlefield made for these evil gods.
With their battle lust blazing, the Asura host drew deep breaths of the lingering blood scent and bitter wishes in the air. They grinned savagely as blood energy gathered in their hands, forming blades, spears, swords, shields, and all manner of weapons. Their tall figures darted like leopards, plunging into the angelic army like a sharpened knife and stirring up a storm of blood and slaughter.
If light is blinded and justice no longer exists, then end war with war, and end slaughter with slaughter.
Kill!
Kill!
Kill!
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Seventh Sequence, Endless Ice and Pyra Century, Scandinavia.
The magnificent Golden Palace standing among the clouds revealed its full form. Upon the throne, Odin, King of the Gods, opened his deep single eye and looked out over the sky pierced by the Gates of Heaven and the angels swarming in like locusts. He struck the Eternal Spear Gungnir, and its solemn, low hum spread throughout the Nine Realms.
At once, upon the ancient land of Midgard, filled with the presence of frost and flame, the Rainbow Bridge opened wide and connected the Nine Realms. Streams of light rushed out from the brilliant vortex and scattered across the sky.
"Parallel bodies beginning manifestation. Synchronization beginning. Targeting complete..."
"Spear, Runes, in the name of Father Odin, grant me strength..."
"Everyone, we're going. Ragnarök Lífthrasir!"
Mounted on winged pegasuses, spears and shields in hand, the Valkyries spread their swan wings and spiraled through the air under the leadership of Unit One Brynhildr and the nine prototypes, Thrúd, Ortlinde, Hildr, and the others. Once they reached the proper altitude, the Valkyries lowered their heads, kissed the shafts of their luminous spears, called out the True Names of their Noble Phantasms, and hurled them all at once.
Hiss! Hiss! Hiss! Hiss!
In an instant, a forest of spears fell like a rainstorm, wrapped in roaring Ether as they tore through the air and crashed down, piercing reckless angels one after another into the ground.
Then, before those twisted beings of light could pull out the spears, heal their wounds, and crawl back up, the earth shook violently.
The countless mismatched eyes across the angels' varied bodies blinked rapidly, reflecting the pitch-black tide surging from the horizon.
It was the army of the Nine Realms of Scandinavia, densely packed and stretching beyond sight.
"We come from the land of ice and snow,
from the land of night, sun, and hot springs.
The hammer of the gods will drive our ships to new lands.
To fight for our tribes, to sing, to weep, to Valhalla.
The Hall of Heroic Spirits, the dwelling place of the gods.
I have come!"
The Berserkers sang in rough, wild voices. As they ran freely, their eyes became bloodshot, their muscles bulged, and their bodies swelled several times over at a visible pace. Battle lust and madness surged through them without restraint.
To be born for war and die for glory. That was a true warrior.
Death could not frighten them, for the Valkyries would guide their souls into the Golden Palace, where they would be reborn in flesh. There, the gods would drink and laugh with them, competing in skill until the end of eternity.
"Immortal!"
"Immortal!"
"Immortal!"
The Viking warriors erupted in thunderous roars. Like beasts wearing human skin, they charged into the ranks of angels fallen upon the earth, tearing out spines and trampling skulls, declaring with the most savage brutality who truly ruled this land of ice and Pyra.
Meanwhile, human Druid priests from the various nations of Midgard frantically stacked enhancement Magecraft upon their comrades, recovery, strength, speed, sharpness, instinct, and more, practically turning the frontline Berserkers into walking tanks.
At the same time, the Aesir gods of Asgard, with Thor, God of Thunder, and Odin, the Main God, at the forefront, charged in their war chariots. The Vanir gods from Vanaheim, led by Frigga, Queen of the Gods, sang divine words and unleashed powerful Rune formulas.
The light elves from Alfheim gripped their bows and fired arrows engraved with divine patterns at the angels in the sky, striking with almost unfailing accuracy.
The dark elves from Valtalheim moved like wisps of smoke through the battlefield. Their daggers flashed up and down, piercing these bizarre luminous lifeforms from unexpected angles, and the curses carved into the blades spread with each strike.
The dwarves from Nidavellir piloted airships, scattering fire oil and turning their magical cannons to begin a frenzied bombardment.
The frost giants and hill giants from Jotunheim, along with the flame giants of Muspelheim who had been recruited into their ranks, advanced under the lead of Loki and Skadi. Wherever their army passed, frost sealed the ground and cold mist spread. One burning angel after another was frozen in place, then shattered by chaotic, slanting earth spikes, scattering into dust of light.
Above the vast giant army, the ghost fleet from Helheim followed closely behind, its ships made from the bones and nails of the dead and steered by pale skeletons, responsible for suppressing enemies in the air.
The sisters Holo and Hela sat upon the flagship, watching over the entire battlefield.
As a comparatively young Age of Gods, Scandinavia was in the midst of its greatest prosperity. The coordination between different types of troops forced the divided and surrounded angelic legions into a bitter struggle. Batch after batch were blasted apart, reduced to pure spirit particles, and drifted down upon the land where ice and Pyra intertwined.
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