Above the shattered vault of heaven, bereft of the sky's protection, countless flames from beyond the heavens poured through those cracks into the universe, falling upon the earth, plummeting into that realm of death.
The human world had long since collapsed entirely into the abyss of death, only the ruined divine realm of Asgard still barely hovered above the human world, and upon it, the many surviving gods and giants still fought fiercely in the final days.
A headless god wielded the broken battle-axe in his hand, directly cleaving the savage and ferocious dragon before him, the dragon with shattered wings emitting a mournful cry, powerlessly plummeting towards the abyss of death below, but then, a mountain peak hurled by a giant directly crushed this god into a pulp.
The giant who slew the god did not even have time to throw back its head and roar, to exult, for in the next moment, an einherjar warrior clad in heavy armor descended from the sky, bellowing as he fiercely thrust the spear in his hand into its skull, however, this einherjar warrior also did not live much longer, because shortly after, the black dragon Nidhogg swept across the sky, swallowing him into its belly.
Everywhere were densely packed, mutilated, armor-clad corpses, everywhere were blood traces both profane and sacred, the golden divine blood of gods, the venomous green blood of frost giants, and the lava-like blood of fire giants… before death, all were equal.
And upon this battlefield of Ragnarok, filled with all the evil and righteous forces of the entire universe, deciding the ultimate fate of the entire cosmos, the venomous dragon Nidhogg spread its wings, wantonly wheeling above the battlefield, emitting piercing draconic roars, exulting in the deaths of the gods, occasionally landing on the battlefield to gnaw on the corpses of those gods.
And at this time, a rather battered wolf suddenly fell out of the void, upon this chaotic battlefield, the fur of the wolf Fenrir was matted with blood all over, covered in countless wounds inflicted by divine spears, it strove to pant heavily, its four limbs standing upon the earth even quivering slightly, barely able to remain upright.
Devouring the divine king Odin was naturally no easy feat, even for the wolf said to be capable of swallowing all the gods into its belly, the countless battles across the river of time had already greatly drained this wolf's energy, evidently, this wolf had somewhat underestimated the divine king's might.
And after being forcibly returned to his own timeline, this wolf truly had little strength left, and at this moment, a god had set his sights on him.
"Fenrir!"
In a roaring voice, the god of vengeance Vidar, who had just felled a giant before him with a single axe blow, gazed at the wolf not far from him, the mighty god with fury threatening to burst from his eyes, having realized his father had been devoured by this wolf, immediately abandoned all the foes around him, furiously charging towards the wolf Fenrir before him.
And the wolf Fenrir also showed no weakness, this savage beast capable of freely changing its size shook its body, its form suddenly beginning to expand unceasingly, roaring as it charged towards the god of vengeance Vidar before it.
However, the god brimming with the flames of vengeance also advanced with ponderous steps, the god symbolizing the inextinguishable might of forests possessed limitless growth and resurrection ability, with each step, its stature would also grow several times larger, when the mountain-like, sky-propping giant swung the great axe in his hand, colliding with the even more colossal monster before him, the resulting shockwave suddenly cleared the surroundings.
"Crack!!!"
Instantly, countless gully-like, massive fissures appeared on the ground beneath the two, the great axe in his hand chopping towards the wolf's fangs, instantly shattering into flying fragments, but the wolf also bared its fangs, opening its maw wide, then, the enraged giant used his two hands to prop up the wolf's upper jaw, his iron boots clad in meteoric iron stomping on the wolf's lower jaw, completely disregarding his own bleeding palms, roaring, that roar resounding through the heavens, the muscles all over his body bulging and instantly unleashing a vast strength, actually making the wolf unable to swallow the giant before it for a time.
The wolf emitted an enraged howl, its form constantly growing larger and larger, but at the same time, the enraged god before it also grew larger and larger along with it, for every foot the wolf grew, the giant grew a yard, as one waxed and the other waned, the originally enraged howls began to be interspersed with astonishment and dread.
The ordinarily indomitable wolf, at this moment, began to desperately try to break free from that increasingly large giant in its jaws, but, accompanied by that wolf's mouth being pried wider and wider by the giant within, the wolf's upper and lower jaws were finally rent apart by this god seeking vengeance for his father, the wolf, unwilling to submit, ultimately emitted its final resentful howl, dying with a last cry of outrage.
The wolf Fenrir, dead.
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And at the same time, that one-handed god of war Tyr faced the loyal hound of the death goddess Hel, the hellhound Garm guarding the underworld, even having lost a hand, his former pair of swords now reduced to only one blade, the god of war still brimmed with fighting spirit, his blade in hand dancing, battling brutally with that monster that crawled out from the realm of death.
The hellhound Garm guarded the gates of death, all the dead, even those ancient gods had to submit to the baleful might of this hellhound, it was the death goddess Hel's greatest aid in making the entire underworld submit to her, how could it possibly fear a living god, this skinless, blood-red monster fearlessly battled with this one-handed god of war.
And in the end, when the hellhound Garm's sharp maw severed the war god's throat, the war god's blade also plunged into this hellhound's body, both collapsing to the ground, going to that realm of the dead.
This time, even the savage hellhound that once guarded the gates of death would meet the vengeful retaliation of those long-resentful dead souls in the form of a deceased.
The war god Tyr, dead.
The hellhound Garm, dead.
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On another side, that handsome prince of the Vanir gods, the chief god of the Aesir, the lord of the elf realm, the god of fertility - Freyr also battled with that ancient primordial fire giant to the final moment.
Having lost his invincible sword of victory, even wielding an antler, Freyr was still an outstanding warrior, in his battle with that fire giant Surtr wielding a flaming sword, after a prolonged great battle, prince Freyr who had sustained many wounds all over his body finally could not hold on due to his grievous injuries, the god who had lost too much blood collapsed with a thunderous crash.
The god of fertility Freyr, dead.
And before him, that ancient fire giant also fared poorly, far more ancient than even the frost giant Ymir, far too aged, the primordial fire giant had long lost his valor of yesteryear, his body also long covered in many wounds, he struggled to use the flaming sword in his hand to support his tottering frame, knowing his time was nearly up, the fire giant raised his head to gaze at the sky, to gaze at this World Tree formed from the body of the primordial frost giant, his eyes filled with mixed emotions.
He coughed violently, the searing hot blood like dark brown magma spewing from his mouth, finally he looked at Freyr before him, suddenly sighing with feeling.
"What a valiant warrior…"
As he spoke, this fire giant's body began to crumble, crashing down and transforming into roaring flames, the boundless flames blasting out from that ancient giant's body scorched the earth, scorched the oceans, scorched all between the cosmos, that flaming sword also fell from his hand, wherever it passed, the leaves of the World Tree also turned sere and withered, then blazed with raging flames.
The entire universe began to be engulfed by those raging infernos, heralding the coming of the end of this cosmos.
The primordial fire giant Surtr, dead.
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And on another side, that serpent influenced by the boundless negative desires of humans, growing ever more frenzied, and that thunder god already completely dominated by boundless darkness and rage, also finally battled to the final moment…