“Mistilteinn......!”
Thor grabbed the spear. He only grabbed it, but he felt tremendous pain. He couldn’t last long and let go.
No doubt about it. This was a weapon made only to kill gods.
“Yeah.”
Frondier said.
“Mistilteinn is the spear Loki made, the one that sent Baldr to the world of salvation. In the first place, the ‘mistletoe branch’ itself was a bluff, and it was made solely for the purpose of killing gods.”
That was why all the gods had their nerves on edge about where Mistilteinn was.
Even holding it was hard for them, so they filled the area around it with miasma so no one could take it.
“The problem was the Moirai.”
Moirai, the goddess of fate.
The biggest obstacle in Frondier’s operation this time was her.
Frondier learned of Moirai’s existence through Poseidon, but he didn’t know how far her power reached.
What principle did their so-called prophecies operate on? Did they really see the future with no conditions at all? Or was it similar to Philly’s predictions?
As long as he didn’t know that, Frondier couldn’t carelessly blab even the operation plan. If Moirai was listening to everything being said, the whole operation would collapse.
That was why the most important thing in this operation was this.
Without revealing the full picture of the operation to his comrades, they still had to realize the hints of that operation in advance.
“It wasn’t easy fighting without calling the real Mjolnir all the way up here, but it was worth it.”
Frondier already knew Mistilteinn’s abilities.
[Mistilteinn]
•Rank : Giant
•Description : A spear made to kill gods. Its purpose was achieved by killing Baldr, and because of that it gained Guaranteed Hit and Divinity Against Gods.
Ability Details >
It had Divinity Against Gods, too, but the important thing was Guaranteed Hit.
It was a lower rank than Gungnir, lower even than Criselachatos. But even that was enough.
Thor glared at Frondier.
“Then you fired this spear up here from down there? How on earth did you calculate it? No, in the first place—if you had held Mjolnir, you would have been the one getting stabbed!”
“I had no intention of holding Mjolnir.”
The only time Frondier tried to hold Mjolnir was the first time. He intended for it to end up in Thor’s hand anyway.
Bringing Mjolnir to his own hand was difficult, but giving it to Thor was an absurdly easy thing.
Thor shouted.
“Even so! The humans down there couldn’t be sure of that!”
“Hey, Thor.”
One step.
Frondier walked forward.
“In this world, you’re the only one who doesn’t know what kind of bastard I am.”
“Kh...... AAAAAAAAGH!!”
KRRRUNCH!
Thor grabbed Mistilteinn with all his strength.
PSHHK!
He yanked it out roughly. Thor threw Mistilteinn away.
“You think you can kill me with just one stab!”
“......As expected, it won’t be that easy.”
Frondier held out his hand. Black Heaven flew out and retrieved Mistilteinn, and Frondier gripped the spear.
Prick.
“......?”
The moment he held it, Frondier felt as if he’d been lightly stuck by a needle for an instant.
“Right now, I have Mjolnir! Even if you have Mistilteinn, there won’t be any reason for me to be stabbed again!”
Thor’s shout.
In response, Frondier opened his empty hand.
Weaving, Black Heaven
Grade - Main Deity Rank
Mjolnir
Mjolnir was born in that hand.
At that, Thor twisted one corner of his mouth.
“You’re fake to the very end! Is there even one thing about you that truly exists!”
At those words, Frondier—
“None.”
—answered plainly.
And then.
THUNK─!
He dropped that Mjolnir to the floor,
CRUNCH.
stomped on it with his foot,
KRRRSHK─!
“......W-What, what the hell are you doing!”
and drove the tip of Mistilteinn into Mjolnir.
KRRK, KRRRSHK!
The two weapons screamed as they threw off tremendous sparks.
Then, Frondier’s eyes shone.
Weaving
Transcendent Fusion
Grade - Anti-God
Mjolnir Shape Transformation
Mode
Warhammer
THUD!
“......That is.”
Now, in front of Thor’s eyes—
“No way.”
—was a Mjolnir with a long handle.
Just that.
Only the handle of Mjolnir had become longer.
However.
“Thor, I know my weapon is fake.”
Frondier knew what this Mjolnir meant.
Looking at Thor, he said it.
In the most blasphemous form he could deliver.
“But yours is incomplete, you said.”
***
Ampere’s horizontal slash.
With that single blow, the gods’ attack stopped.
All the gods who couldn’t dodge were cut, and the lower gods were split clean in two. Even the high-ranking gods were bleeding from deep wounds.
“Ampere......!”
Zeus roared in fury.
Baldr, beside him, said,
“We need to split the humans.”
“What did you say?”
“The lower forces have many humans, but if you consider the balance of power, the high-ranking gods have numerical superiority. They’re lacking in Zodiac numbers.”
Zeus’s eyes glittered as if displeased.
“You’re saying we should secure numerical superiority against humans and win? Even if we fight like this, our victory is obvious.”
A victory gained by more gods ganging up on fewer humans.
To a god, it was nothing but disgrace.
“You are correct. However,”
Baldr’s thinking was firm.
“Ampere is worth that much.”
“......”
Zeus clenched his teeth.
He didn’t like Baldr’s words, but it was a clear chance to kill the humans.
Besides, with the humans’ continued reinforcements, they had already lost many gods. Any further attrition was dangerous.
“High-ranking gods, use Ground-Shrinking! Prioritize the Zodiac!”
The twelve Olympian gods and the gods of Asgard heard that order. They used Ground-Shrinking and moved quickly toward the barrier.
They moved.
“......?”
They were moving toward the barrier.
But they weren’t getting any closer.
They were using Ground-Shrinking.
And yet, their positions were getting closer and closer to each other.
At that moment, the gods realized.
Divine Power Release
Chandra
Ritual Deployment
Spatial Magic, Third Form
Range, offset activation, coordinate coupling
Incantation: 1 line
'You shall be trapped in an eternal exit.'
Ritual Complete
Plaza
Spatial magic.
And spatial magic containing divine power, at that.
There was only one person who could pull that off against gods.
She slowly stepped onto the barrier.
A mage who walked through the air.
“WAAAAAAAH!!”
At that heroic entrance, all the soldiers and knights cheered, but—
Osprey’s eyes, who roughly knew the before-and-after, narrowed subtly.
Elodie was too far for him to reach, but Osprey said,
“You’re completely late.”
And others welcoming Elodie.
“Elodie! Where were you and what were you doing? You’re totally lat—”
When Edwin approached Elodie in delight—
“......Sniff.”
“Why are you crying?”
Elodie was streaming with tears.
From far away, it had been a trio of elegance and coolness and beauty, but up close her face was a wreck.
“You don’t need to know.”
Elodie didn’t deny that she was crying, either.
There was no way she could, when she’d shed enough to wash her face.
KRRK!
In the meantime, the gods began tearing open the spatial magic.
Keeping the high-ranking gods trapped indefinitely was impossible.
Elodie hurriedly wiped her eyes hard.
─I should send him back to the original world. With my own hands.
'It’s such a goddamn role.'
She understood her feelings toward Frondier. She decided what she had to do with him.
She would send him back to the original world. It had taken her a long time to reach that decision.
But her heart still hadn’t caught up to the decision.
Beside Elodie like that—
“Elodie, are you sure you won’t regret it?”
Rudra asked in a worried voice.
“I already regret it.”
Elodie’s gloomy voice.
But soon, with clear eyes, she said,
“But this is right.”
Then, on Elodie’s left, Agni—
“Yeah, yeah, that’s my love Elodie.”
“Can you not say something gross?”
Next to ◆ Nоvеlіgһt ◆ (Only on Nоvеlіgһt) him, Chandra—
“Elodie. Your divine power just now was okay, right? Holding back gods like that.”
“Ah, yeah. Thanks, thanks.”
And beside Rudra appeared Indra—
“You could’ve used me too, Elodie. Skjhui can’t be used properly even if only gravity changes.”
“Then you should’ve said so earlier.”
And Vishnu appeared in front of Elodie as if to protect her.
“Cut the crap. I’ll handle everything.”
Vishnu spoke arrogantly, as befitted a chief god.
Rudra put a hand on his shoulder.
“Vishnu, that doesn’t suit you.”
“......You bastard, it looks like you’ve been looking down on me and crawling up at me since last time—”
“That’s not it.”
FLASH!
And Rudra’s appearance changed in an instant.
He wrapped his body in a white light whiter than lightning, and shot a murderous gaze at the gods.
“Our roles are different. Yours and mine.”
“......As expected, you.”
Vishnu’s eyes were displeased, but soon he nodded as if he understood.
“You held back for a long time, Si.......”
“It’s Rudra. Rudra.”
Rudra cut Vishnu off as he was about to say something.
Glancing at Elodie behind him, Rudra said,
“The enemies are strong, Elodie. And we aren’t manifested—we’re only lending you power. It’ll be a hard fight.”
They would fully support Elodie, but they weren’t themselves.
In the end, it was Elodie’s share.
“How you use our power is up to you, but no matter how well you do, a lot of humans will die.”
“What are you talking about.”
Flames bloomed in both of Elodie’s eyes.
This time it wasn’t a metaphor.
“That’s why you’re here. To stop that.”
“......If only you’d stop talking.”
Elodie raised her hand and spread her thumb and index finger.
On each of those fingers, wind and flame swirled,
Snap─
the moment she flicked them—
Ritual combination—overall steps omitted
Vermilion Bird Ascension
KWAAAAAAAH!!
A storm of flame shot up toward the gods.
Beyond fast casting, Elodie’s original that skipped the middle steps with the gods’ help.
At that sight, Elodie’s gods felt proud.
On the other hand—
“Hm, not bad.”
Elodie’s evaluation was extremely harsh.
***
The clash between Frondier and Thor.
Now the two held nearly the same weapon and slammed them down at each other.
BANG! KRAANG! KWAAANG!!
A sound like shattering the air.
At the same time, the crackling rupture of lightning piercing the sky.
A fight that should never have existed was unfolding here.
“Huff, huff, huff......!”
Thor spat out rough breaths as he swung Mjolnir over and over.
Its power was brutal; any monster caught in that storm would have its head smashed to pieces and die.
But right now—
KRAAANG─!
“Keuk......!”
As the Mjolnirs collided, one was pushed back, unable to withstand the force.
Mjolnir’s warhammer version.
The shape Mjolnir should have had in the first place.
“Haah, haah, haah......!”
Frondier was breathing hard too, but not as much as Thor.
──In fact.
From the moment Thor was stabbed by Mistilteinn, and when he had to face the fusion of Mistilteinn and Mjolnir—his defeat had already been decided.
“Just give up already! Thor!!”
Frondier shouted.
From anyone’s perspective, Thor no longer had a chance.
Taking Mistilteinn in the abdomen was too fatal. Even after pulling it out, the pain continued, and a vicious curse that gnawed at Thor’s body.
To an ally it might look like holy power, but to an enemy it simply brought the agony of horrible bugs crawling and tearing the body apart. Any power, in the end, had two sides like that.
“Give up......?”
But Thor grinned. Blood gathered at the corner of his mouth, too.
“Would you, Frondier?”
“.......”
“I am a god. A god who represents Asgard.”
Frondier pulled Mjolnir back. The hammerhead scraping the ground carved a long mark.
Persuading Thor was impossible from the start.
“No matter what, I must smash the enemy in front of me. Right and wrong don’t matter.”
“......Is that really a god’s role? Ignoring good people and evil people, and if you assume they’re enemies, you’ll kill all of them?”
“That’s right. Because I am the god of war.”
Light filled Thor’s eyes.
“Gods have to be like that! That’s how we must face death!!”
THUD!
Thor kicked off the ground.
FWOOM!
Frondier spun Mjolnir once and threw it at him. Taking the centrifugal force of the long handle, the warhammer flew viciously.
'Now!'
Thor drew a sword instead of Mjolnir,
BZZZT!
wrapped his body in lightning, and aimed for the handle of the incoming Mjolnir.
'If there’s even a single moment when he ends up empty-handed!'
SLASH─!
Thor’s lightning-seething blade severed Mjolnir’s handle, and—
“Menosorpo!”
Frondier shouted.
Inside that magic circle, Thor charged like a madman.
“AAAAAAAH─!!”
Only toward Frondier.
That full-speed rush made even Frondier tense for an instant.
“KRAAAH!”
With a roar, Thor threw Mjolnir.
Frondier twisted his body with all his strength,
Mana of the Nine Worlds
Black Flame Shortsword
and knocked it away with Nil Jark’s shortsword. In that instant, the shortsword shattered,
Spinning─
Thor’s Mjolnir rotated in midair.
That brief float.
BZZT!
In between.
“......!”
Frondier noticed and rolled to the side.
KRRRUMBLE─!
A bolt came down, the heat scorching Frondier’s back and hair.
Thor was right there.
Thor grabbed Mjolnir that had been spinning in the air.
Lightning flashed once again, and Thor brought Mjolnir down toward Frondier.
PSHHK─!
However.
“Keuk!”
A Mistilteinn that flew in from behind pierced Thor’s body.
Thor froze for an instant.
Frondier gripped Mistilteinn and—
Fallen Piece
knocked Mjolnir away from Thor.
In that instant, Thor’s body opened.
'Is this what you—'
Frondier spread both hands left and right.
His two eyes snapped wide open.
'Is this the death you want!'
Weaving, Black Heaven
Menosorpo
Dragon Heart
Imperial Palace Armory—Full Access
Workshop—Full Access
All ritual locks—fully released
Will o’ the Wisp
Bursting Lightning
Floating Flame
Black Lightning Spear
Black Flame Greatsword
Mana of the Nine Worlds
Option Skill Imbuement
Guaranteed Hit, Falling Rain
Incantation Start
“To make sure the target I aim at is hit,”
Grit.
Frondier clenched his teeth and recited.
Flowing sweat burned, “it will become rain.”
Hundreds of black weapons born in every direction came down toward Thor.
