#804 - war

With the prophecy broken, both the Serpent and Odin changed their attitudes towards the upcoming war.

Although the Serpent lost the heaven-defying resistance granted by the prophecy, it also gave him a chance to break free from his inevitable death. After all, no matter how much the Serpent improved his strength, he was destined to be killed by a junior.

It didn't matter who this junior was, as long as he or she was the crown prince of Asgard, even a newborn infant could kill the Serpent.

An encounter in Midgard with an Asgardian junior, blessed with destiny and as strong as a monster, impossible to defeat even with all his strength.

This was a disgrace to the Serpent. Fate seemed to negate all his efforts, as if his entire life was just to prove something inevitable.

Then, what difference was there between him, the God of Fear, and a puppet?

With such thoughts filling his mind, the Serpent, though appearing normal on the surface, harbored a strong desire for destruction. Now that the shackles had been removed, these terrifying things would turn into a torrential downpour upon the Asgardians.

Compared to Thor, who was still dizzy from the news of the prophecy being broken after racking his brains over it, Odin could better understand the Serpent's feelings.

Odin had extremely complex emotions towards his brother. The powerful Odinforce within him came from the sacrifices of his other two brothers, so he really didn't want the Serpent to follow in their footsteps.

But the prophecy also stated that the Serpent would perish together with his son, and that he would be unable to prevent it from happening.

This was the most cruel torture in the world for Odin, forcing an old man to watch his family kill each other. Only his iron will could explain why Odin hadn't gone mad.

But now things were different. The prophecy was broken, and he had a better way to resolve this crisis, at least without a mutually destructive outcome.

Of course, all of this was predicated on first defeating the Serpent. Only by ending this war could they discuss the future.

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In the face of such extraordinary warfare, humans appeared relatively insignificant. Ordinary weapons were unable to play a role in this battle, and only weapons of mass destruction such as missiles had some effect.

After all, among the Ten Realms, only a few, like the Frost Giants who didn't develop technology, or humans who focused solely on science, were in the minority. Most, like Asgard, developed both science and magic.

For example, Asgard's aircraft and weapons were far more advanced than Earth's.

But even so, most countries, including Asgard, still had people with power who preferred to ride magical creatures like dragons or winged horses, and their weapons were mostly cold weapons.

This was because magical creatures generally had mobility comparable to those aircraft, and cold weapons were often artifacts, far more powerful than standard-issue firearms.

Of course, such people were always a minority. Most soldiers still piloted aircraft and used standard-issue firearms, as these were easier to train, and a short period of systematic learning could provide considerable combat power.

So, on Earth today, you could see Dark Elves piloting aircraft like fighter jets, angels piloting combat mechs, and undead soldiers wielding all sorts of strange firearms.

It looked like a science fiction film destined to flop, with the director mixing all sorts of potentially attractive elements together, ultimately excelling at none, leading to a plummet in box office and stock prices.

But it was this kind of force that was defeating humanity, unable to win even with their best efforts.

Many national leaders proposed the use of nuclear weapons, and even the leaders of countries being invaded had this idea, but thinking about it was one thing, and implementing it was another.

Of course, the difficulty in implementation here didn't mean being afraid of involving ordinary people. To save more people, these leaders had to consider the cruel proposal of sacrificing the few to save the many.

The difficulty in implementation meant it was difficult to locate the enemy. Except for the undead who couldn't die again, the remaining Dark Elves and angels were very mobile. They could even open portals and jump from the Southern Hemisphere to the Northern Hemisphere in an instant, making it impossible to target them with nuclear weapons.

Moreover, these invaders, with some understanding of Earth, had also captured many traitors who told them everything about the human side, adding fuel to the already bad situation.

Like naked humans, they were being beaten back step by step. At this time, the superhumans stood up.

An American congressman was attacked by angels while evacuating with his children. Even though their evacuation team had soldiers escorting them, guns couldn't possibly defeat a group of mechs.

This team included not only a congressman but also many civilians and wealthy tycoons, but in this war, they were all equal, all becoming one type of person: lambs to the slaughter.

The angels didn't care about the intricacies of the human world. They were war merchants who helped whoever paid more. Even the Angel Queen had committed infanticide, so how much honor could you expect from this race?

So, facing unarmed civilians, these so-called 'angels' could unhesitatingly raise their weapons. Ironically, there were priests and nuns among those retreating.

"Don't hurt us, angels! We are just unarmed believers, not demons from hell!"

The priest raised the cross and the Bible, trying to prove his identity, but the only response was a hot bullet.

"Bang!"

The large-caliber bullet fired from the mech instantly turned the priest into a bloody mess. The cross and Bible, which he had regarded as his lifelong faith, could not save him at this moment. The angels who would come to save him from the sea of suffering in his dreams had now personally taken his life.

"Ah!"

The death of their own kind was the best fuse, and screams rose one after another. Adults and children alike trembled like drowned quails.

This was the effect the angels wanted. They were now mercenaries of the Serpent and would naturally help the Serpent collect fear, otherwise, it would be easier to just kill this group of people.

But killing only one person was probably not enough.

One angel was clearly bloodthirsty. A cruel smile appeared on her beautiful face. Thousands of years of imprisonment had suppressed this race for too long, and they needed a vent.

'Surely killing one or two more wouldn't matter, right?'

With this thought, the angel resolutely pulled the trigger towards the crowd.

"Bang!"

Then she was stopped by a steel giant.